i'm sitting on the ledge of the fire escape, staring at the empty walkway below me.
my boyfriend is in our room sleeping peacefully, oblivious to what's happening outside.
i take a swig of the drink in my hand, finding it empty.
i drop the bottle and let it create a satisfying crash against the pavement.
i sighed to myself, tracing up and down my arm, feeling the slight imprint of hundreds of scars.
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Bullet (A Larry Short Story)
Fanfiction*Inspiration: bullet- hollywood undead* -------- i wish that i could fly, way up in the sky, like a bird so high, oh i might just try. lowercase intended
