Please Come Back

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Trigger Warning: Intrusive thoughts, lack of identity, lack of self-worth, and attempted suicide.

Every day.

It never stopped.

The pain.

The sadness.

The urges.

None of them.

They filled their mind with horrible thoughts that left them terribly tongue-tied.

They wanted to die.

That was for certain.

That urge had never left them.

It had grown deeper into their heart, seeping through the cracks from those who were supposed to care for them. The pitch black shadow had consumed them almost entirely, leaving them the very tip of her heart left as if to taunt them.

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You can't go yet.

Why not?

You're scared.

So? That won't stop me at this point.

You know nothing.

Ah, you've got me there.

The unknown would be what you're plunging into.

I'm willing to take that chance.

You fool.

All because of you, I suppose.

You still can't leave.

Why not?

Because of them. Because of her.

...

Ah, so it is.

They didn't mean to hurt me.

And they also didn't mean to have you. They had the chance to fix that. They didn't. They literally made a mistake.

My parents are good people. They knew what they wanted.

If they knew what they wanted, why did they get married?

You know why. Don't go there.

Ah, yes. The two immigrant jailbirds. Maybe if they stepped hard enough on each other's backs, they would be able to fly again.

I said don't.

All for a green card, huh? Maybe that's why it took your mom forever to become a citizen. Because of your dad.

It wasn't his fault.

...How are you?

My tormentor, My friend...

I'm the only one you can tell the truth to.

You're the only one I can't hide the truth from.

Maybe so, but I care. I'm your friend.

...You're right.

I only want you to know the truth, Dear.

The truth...

Which is?

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