The thought of it didn't terrify me anymore. It was an escape route from the pain. No one would know. No one would even care. All I could think about, was a way to get out. I felt a cold breeze from the bedroom window. To think, it was right there, next to me, this whole time. A way out.
My family was dead, I had no friends, I was quite lonely. I enjoy the loneliness, the silence, until I see her. She shows her face every once in a while, but I'm the only one that can see her. She opened the window for me, and smiled as if I was staring into the face of a demon. She could read my thoughts. She new I wanted it, but I couldn't. I heard her screech and I bolted. I went up the stairwell and to the roof. I had to get away. I had to leave.
She had followed me and now she was coming to kill me. I couldn't give her the satisfaction of doing so. I ran and I jumped. The wind rushed over my body. I heard a woman from the street scream. It was the thought of finally being able to leave that drove me to do it. I was done with people and their petty remarks. It had to end.
And it did.
>TheArgentPanda<
First Written January 25, 2019
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The Fanciful Tales of a Hopeless Writer
ContoThis is a collection of my short stories. Please pardon any spelling or grammar mistakes. All of my stories are written by me and belong to me. These stories are important to me, so please no harsh criticism.
