I can't feel my legs.
That is the only thing running through my head.
I can't feel my legs
I can't feel my legs
I can't feel my legs.
I felt like there was something missing like I had forgotten something, something I needed, something I wanted, something I couldn't get. Then there was a blackness; a death-like still, it started at my feet and worked its way up my body. When it reached my neck I realized there won't be another 'hello' or 'what-sup' there won't be another 'do you want to go out with me' from the person I like, there won't be another tomorrow. Though you might expect my last thought to be panicky or frightening it wasn't my last thought was ' I didn't even get to say goodbye'.
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Little stories
Short StoryA bunch of short stories I have written, as well as the start of stories I likely won't finish. If you would like me to continue a story feel free to ave a comment. I have moved these stories from a different account
