JC's POV
I'm sitting in the corner of my room, looking at the bloody blade on the floor.
After Mirjah's funeral, I stopped going to school.
I cried at the thought of Mirjah.
Every night, I can't sleep.
I'm deppresed.
I kept thinking of ways that I could save her.
Even though she's already gone.
I made cuts on my wrists.
I made cuts on my leg.
I even made cuts on my face.
I keep hurting myself so that I would be distracted of my deppresion.
I can't live like this anymore.
I took out a long piece of rope and tied it to a knot.
I kept crying.
I'm going to kill myself.
I'm going to hang myself.
I keep repeating this in my head.
I tied it to the ceiling and put my nech on the rope.
Hang on Mirjah, I'm coming for you.
I let go.
I feel myself suffocating.
I felt a hand touch me and when I looked, I saw Mirjah.
Then everything went black.
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A/NJC died!!!
Even though JC died, atleast he's with Mirjah.
THE END
BYE!!!
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7 Molave : "The Breakup"
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