A suicide attempt in our town was almost unheard of. As my mother and I drove past the horrendus scene, time seemed to stop. You could barely see the ground they were walking on. News helicopters hovered above the grounds while camera men and the people we see on our television scatter the area. I always thought that people who craved publicity were among the flawed, and people who refused were among us, the absolute.
Today when Tanner Brookes took his own life, there was a telepathic epiphany, and it all occured at once as if all of our minds shook.
I dont know what they were thinking, but I knew one thing for certain. One death is a tragedy, but a million, is only a statistic.
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Flawless
Aktuelle LiteraturI came up with the idea for this story literally out of nowhere about a year and a half ago, it was a faucet dripping in the back of my mind for so long, and now im finally writing it. Enjoy. ~Olivia
