Chapter Fourteen | Umbrella
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"Maybe i should just do what she told me"
"Im not even worthy to be with him, with them"
"I wish he didn't do that at the first place"
"I wish he just ignored me that day"
"And just didn't bother me"
"Im just no one to them"
"A waist of time"
"Is it even true that their just using me?"
"After all im nothing in particular to them, so why am i asking?"
I held a pocket knife, infront of the bathroom miror. Holding up my wrist looking at the precious pale milky skin, now covered with red thick blood, flowing down like a small river.
I had nothing to do, i didn't know what to do exactly.
Nothing can replace this sh*tty feeling in me. I was always ignored like i wasn't existing in this world.
I hate myself.
I hate everything i am.
No one cares.
And no one will ever love me.
Why was i even alive?
Why was i born?
Whats my porpose here in eart?
Why am i still here?
Maybe ill just end my life.
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I don't know if this chapter triggered any of you to be honest. Since its my first time to make a story with suicidal scenes and stuffs related to that. I am sorry if it sucks as f*ck im not perfect and sh*tzz so yeah
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Hope you liked it.
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Fanfictionⓒⓞⓜⓟⓛⓔⓣⓔ --she wasn't allowed to be hit by the sun's shine, because of her very pale skin that was different from others. And so a boy was always there for her, a boy who cared for her, a boy who always walks with her wether it was sunny or rainy...
