"c'mon, wait up."
you said, desperation tracing your voice, as you followed me.
"i didn't think you'd be so upset."
my pace quickened as i had to resist the urge of throwing myself off the bridge i was walking on.
one step
two step
three step
four.
the sound of your hightops hitting the floor.
i fall
you fall
we fall
d e a d.
hopelessness ran through my mind, endlessly.
i was terrified of heights
but not of
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of being so done with life to off myself.
YOU ARE READING
touched ✓
Short Storystory #2 in the 'for the flawed' series. tw | abuse every night you held me. making me feel disgusting, because you were the s e c o n d to touch me. © 2014 flawed- (lowercase intended for stylistic purposes.) [Jan 16, 2015:: #2 in short story.]