It will get better,
The sound of her sacred voice pours into my hearing.
The way she trembles at the horrible happenings,
The way she reminisces the gratifying goodness,
And most importantly, the way she bleeds of depression.
Her calmness entices me, wanting to hear more,
More about the precious life she had,
About the way she was brutally killed by fellows so close.
She wanted someone to reach out to, someone to count on.
She sought attention and care, friendship and trust,
But most importantly, love.
An emotion people threw around as if it were confetti.
She wanted out of the isolation she was caged in.
A cry for help was first discovered in her notebook,
Where she formed coherent thoughts,
Intricate details penned down on paper,
Her story voiced out on tapes.
She wanted to be heard,
So much that she made these recordings.
She wanted to release the inner anger,
that brewed like caffeine in the pits of her being.
It gets worse;
By: Haya Venna 2 (pen name)
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One over Thirteen | ✓
Short StoryShe had thirteen, he had one. One shot. These aren't my characters. Adapted from Thirteen Reasons why by Jay Asher. The plot of this is mine and any similarities with other wattpad 13rw one shots are simply coincidences. All rights reserved.©
