Our One Shot
Life. You only live once. I've heard that a lot. As a kid, I was told by my teachers "You only live once so make the best of it."
There are different routes.
Some take a normal route. Find "the one" get married, have kids and grow old with
your special someone until you inevitably go 6ft under.
Others take this opportunity to get rich and make the most of this world's pleasures. They take risks and abandon everything just to end up in jail with broken dreams.
Some take the religious path and try to give up some of the pleasures here on earth for a better afterlife.
And then there is me. I only have one shot at the thing we call life... and I've already messed it up.
Who Am I?
Who am I? I honestly don't know. Oh, you want to know my legal information? Doesn't matter. It wouldn't change anything. I'm still the same person.
Your toxicity didn't help. I'm like a rose, I have thorns and sharp spots. I could've bloomed and become a good person, but by watering your toxic behavior to me, I'm a wilted flower. Once I was beautiful, now I've been thrown away.
YOU ARE READING
How. I. died.
RandomA set of mini-stories, all about 300 words. Also, I'd suggest not getting attached to any of the characters ;)