Abby POV
"I hate you"
"Leave our school freak"
"I would rather die han be you"
I stared in horror as the words filled up my laptop screen.
How could my "friends" do this to me.... I start crying, feeling silent tears drip own my cheek. I felt sick, hated and most of all pain. I felt as though the darkness would soon fully consume me . The pain was unbarable, with guilt filling me. What had I done to deserve this? What did I say?
The last thing I saw before I fell asleep that night was the final message on the screen.
"Why don't you just kill yourself"
Death is a fasinating thing. Many see it as tragity or as something to fear. Others welcome it with open arms. It claims the old, the young, the living and the dying. It doesn't listen to our pleads to spare others, nor does it listen to our begs for it to come. It just comes.
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Sorry for short chapter! I will try for 400 words per chapter. Feedback is welcome!
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Художественная прозаOkay guys, so this is my first book,so don't judge!!!!!!!!! Anyway hope you injoy it...
