"This is gonna kill me". Now I know it.
I can feel my hand shaking, and my pulse getting weak.
My stomach hurts.
My legs are not responding.
I want to run away. I need to run away.
Like a deer from hunters.
That's what I am.
I'm broken.
I'm a hurt deer.
Author's note
Hi snowflakes.
What do you think is she runing away from?
This is getting darker.
Hope you like it. Remember please vote, comment, and sharing please🥰.
Kisses
-A.
YOU ARE READING
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Short Story"I found a notebook and I'm afraid to see what's inside..." By: antactic_princess No copy or adaptation is allowed. All rights reserved.
