The Diary Left Behind

Prologue

'Its in that moment when you feel as if it's over, as if you can no longer hold yourself up and fight, that you make the split decision to end things.To rid yourself of strong emotions that weigh you down. It feels like the only way. Everyday you try to find something to give you hope. And sometimes you do...find the hope I mean. You do find the hope. But then that hope is shattered by the smallest of movements because people around don't realize how fragile you really are. They only see the mask that you put on every morning and night; the piece of you that's put up to only try and protect you. But that piece of you fails because it's only a mask. It doesn't protect you from hurt. Only hides it. No matter what you do you realize that nothing will be able to stop the waves and waves of horrible feelings. So you decide that now it's time to leave. Now it's time to let go and just feel freedom. You only feel it for the briefest moments though. Because when you complete the last act of your life, right before you die you realize that you still want to live and that people did...do care.That the darkness was hiding that fighting light.The light that fought good and hard for you and the real feelings of freedom. The whole package deal of happiness, love and fulness. So you die with the feeling of regret, relief and hate. The hate of yourself for not realizing there was still time left. The relief that even though you realize you had a friend you could finally get be ridden of the hurt you felt all those years and regret that you were going to hurt the ones who still loved you.'

Finishing the last sentence I let go and layed down looking at the knife wound and puddle of blood gathered around me. "Bye." I whispered.

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Author's Note

Hey this is the beginning of my second story. My first story is Dreams Awakened and it would be great if you checked it out. Also this was all typed from my phone and it's unedited.  So anyways tell me what you think so far by Voting

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