"Stop throwing pebbles at my window. If it breaks, I'll be kicked out."
"If you stopped cutting yourself, maybe I would stop throwing pebbles. It's that simple, Amira."
"You're a stubborn bastard, you know that?"
"So are you. Put the blade down."
"No. Fuck off. You can't tell me to stop, you would never understand, and most importantly"
"I don't even know you! You certainly aren't my Mom!"
The sound of pebbles hitting the window stopped. When I turned to look, I only saw the same pale blue curtains.
Somehow, I felt a little lonely without the constant pestering.
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Sincerely, Anonymous
RomanceAmira Summers gets a text from an unknown number who seems to have a goal to make her happy with herself. That, and some other motive.. Short story. DISCLAIMER: Contains self-harm, suggestions to suicide, and profanity. Read at your own discretion.
