On his sixth life, he wanted to die an early age. He already knew that death would wrap around his body. He was just 6 years old when he had thought of this. He did not like how he lived the past few lives he wasted, so he decided to waste this one, and do something in the last.
Dear Diary,
Another sad, Sad, SAD DAY!!! I was so predictable of what can happen next in my life. So I'd rather be anti-social so that no one can disturb me or even make a tragedy. It's such a shame to just watch all the happy people having good times, except you can't because of reasons. I don't want to go out of the house, even if my parents say that I should make new friends. If this is all happening, then why not I, myself, will have to end my life on my own. I went to the room that was never visited for a long time, the attic. There I saw the open window, small enough to fit me in. There I said my last words, my farewells, and jumped so high that my body is stabbed on the spikes on top of my gates. I flew... To hell. Life is just too rubbish for me.
- Xavier
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The Seven Lives
General FictionA story of a boy named Xavier. We look into how Xavier lived his seven lives. We look into his diary. BTW this is my first story, hope you guys like it.
