I take off my clothes
I can't live without her, I can't live like this anymore.
I stand in front of the unlocked door and wait for a car.
She's not coming back.
An old black car starts down the street maybe going 25 mph.
The feeling of being alone is the worst thing in the world, but a broken heart is worse than being alone.
I time it, and when I see fit, I dash out into the street. The car collides with me and I feel my body fly into the air, pain searing the side I was hit on, but gravity pulls me back down and I collide with the ground and death engulfs me.
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General FictionA man with schizophrenia chases after a childhood friend who he's deeply in love with, but when she leaves him, he tries to kill himself but ends up in a hospital, after he recovers he goes on a killing spree believing that everybody knows who this...
