"I don't even know what to write, I don't want to do this" I said firmly as i looked down at the cheaply made diary my mother got me. "I don't care what you do with it axel, just promise me that you'll use it." My mother said holding my hand. "Whatever" I said coldly as I moved my hand away from hers and walked out the front door on the way to school. I put in my headphones and listened to heavy metal. "I don't miss you I miss the misery" I slightly hummed as I crossed the street and started to walk on the sidewalk. I saw some smoke up ahead, I got curious, Then it hit me. This was a dream. As I thought that I woke up on a cold cement floor.
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The calendar.
Teen FictionA story about a boy who has gone through hell and he has a specific date of when he would commit suicide.But he meets someone, But will that stop him?
