As he looked at her, he could tell she was almost gone entirely.
"Why did you do this to yourself?"
Her eyes opened almost as if in slow motion. Looking down at her tightly bandaged arms, she let out a long-winded sigh that seemed to last minutes rather than seconds. She had failed at yet another task. Despite the glossy look in her eye, they glistened the perfect silver color that got her many compliments. None of it made her feel any better. The only thing she saw when she looked in the mirror was a short, fast, fucked up failure.
"I thought the world would have been better off without me as a burden," she exhaled—sounding defeated.
"Well, had you succeeded, my entire world would have gone to the twelve ring of hell."
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts From A Book I'll Never Write
PoezjaI always come up with stories, but I cannot elaborate on them. I can't even finish a two page short story, so I write one page little bitty made up scenarios. I just want to be able to share them with people who appreciate the writing.
