Sometimes I think that I don't belong here.
Like, it would be better if I left.
Not died, exactly.
But, just. Left.
I only think that two people in total would actually miss me.
That would only be my sister and my soul sister.
But they would get over it soon enough right?
Only two more years.
Two.
Then I can leave.
Or just four.
That way I could finish school.
Then I could disconnect from everyone slowly.
An no one would mind.
Cuz no one would care.
YOU ARE READING
Away
Short Story"Sometimes when I say 'I'm ok', I want someone to look me in the eyes, hug me tight and say, 'I know you're not'" -Unknown
