She sat down on a lunch stool at a lone table.
She slowly started eating
the evil energy radiating off the gazes boring into her
kept her
ever tense
and the air.
the air
was cold
and still.
"fatso"
like a needle,
to join all the other needles
Flee
Flee
Flee
crashing down
onto a cold sharp feeling
Looking up
she looks into the mirror
she sucks in her stomach
"Why do I have to be this?"
She's at home
she's watching an anime
she gazes at the characters with bright, sparkly eyes
with slim, energetic bodies
Their hands were beautiful and moved with care.
She looked down at her hands.
A harsh reality
A bitter slap in the face.
She lays back.
letting herself fall.
Fall.
and nothing could tear her apart more than her own mind
Her thoughts tore down to her heart.
A shiver goes down her spine with an icy thought.
Maybe I could I end it
Wake up
Wake up
in some anime world
in some colorful world filled with attractive people, adventure, and happy endings.
If I ended it and made it
count
Count.
Count the pills you'll need
spill them
gulp down the feeling of a new ending
a new wake-up
cut into the feeling
and be
"happy"
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Historia CortaA collection of intense third person perspective stories. Either based on real events or entirely fictional.