I wrote this story back when I was in a state of deep despair and loneliness. Back then, it seemed like there was no light at the end of the dark tunnel I was in. Writing this story is what distracted me from the demons in my head and ultimately saved my life. To those who have battled or are currently battling depression, please know that you are not alone. Fight for your life. Write, draw, read, sing, dance, curse; do whatever it takes to make this life worth living again. Fight until this life is good enough for you. You deserve so much better. Every day that you choose to live on in this cruel world is another stab in Satan's side because he wants to destroy you however he can.
Someday you and I will be free from this world's pain. Let's hold hands when we're on the other side.
Thank you for existing,
- P.B. Floyd
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He with Missing Wings
Teen Fiction[COMPLETED] Christina Rayner was moments away from taking her own life before she stumbled upon a naked angel in her bathtub. The beautiful man confesses that he is her "guardian angel" sent solely to protect her during this dangerous stage of her l...