10/1/2018, 02:07 am
The sky looks so nice and peaceful now. It's blank and dark. Just like my thoughts.
Everyone is asleep, but I don't feel alone.
No loneliness, I'm accompanied by thoughts.
If we don't get exposed to pain, we'll take everything for granted. But if we break too hard, we'll never get fixed to the way we were like before.
Maybe that's why I didn't tell my best friends that I'm dying. No one really knows except for three; mom, dad, and Macy, my big sister.
My young brother, Mike, doesn't know for he is too young to be exposed to such cruelty and too naive to know that his 'role model' isn't okay at all.
However sometimes, like now, I wonder what would change if they knew.
A lot would've changed.
YOU ARE READING
One Last Miracle
Short StoryDying. That's how she is. Dying. -- Miracles happen and one of them is the desire to write her thoughts in a worn out copybook. So she does and she hopes when she's gone, anyone would find it. That's the only way to ensure she won't be forgotten.
