Slumber. Coma's are for people who want to be dead but have second thoughts. Like that second when committing suicide. You hold the killing thing, but you just stare at it instead of using it. You have your second thoughts.
I feel my memories being ripped out. One by one. Tearing a whole in my mind. In my heart. It hurts. But throughout life I always need to remind myself, my name is Melanie Avalon Bywater and I will remember. Never forget.
All I see is black. I have forgotten my purpose here. Why am I here. I don't know but I do know that I have no reason to stay. If you are somewhere you don't want to be just leave. I can't leave. Maybe I should die.
I see it. A bright glowing white at the end of a short tunnel. This is my choice. This is my chance, and I'm taking it. I step. Left, right, left, right-
"Melanie!" I hear "Melanie please come out!" It echoes. I chase the sound and wake from my slumber.
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A Twisted Kind of Love
Teen FictionWhen her mother kills her self and leaves her to live with her dad in Wisconsin. When making friends, violin, singing, and bonding come in, she feels bittersweet. When falling in love turns into a battle, and going through severe tragedies just to g...
