On this level of Ground
Trinity moved through the thicket as swift as a fox, leaping over fallen trees and long large logs, her yellow cardigan caught on shrubbery every now and again, she had 5 hours till sunrise, 5 hours till the rest of the girls that share a room with her would start to rise, 5 hours to find an end to her misery and in turn her own life. Trinity came across a small clearing with a dark green lake, she moved closer, taking off her shoes and undoing her braids. Trinity walked forward, the water was cold as ice, freezing cold water burned like fire in her lungs, as she sunk like the corpse she would soon become, down into the dark. The world around her was blurry stuck in a haze of emerald green, as she drowned she heard a voice, it pulsed like a well loved memory "get up" was all it told her, words she heard the day she arrived at the orphanage, The words repeated over and over and over again, but she would not, she would fall for the last time.
Trinity's eyes opened to darkness, was this her eternal void, her rest of eternity, pure unbridled black, she moved her body, hand reaching up to touch splintered wood, she rested in a coffin, Trinity pushed trying to escape, she hands brock the surface of the box and dirt poured in, blinding her but she continued lifting herself up through the ground like some sort of plant, breaking the surface she was met with a golden sunset, she was in the same necropolis as her parents, where they had rested for so long,
For the next two days Trinity kept trying to kill herself, nothing worked, She held a key to immortality in her unnaturally cold hands, If she could not fall to a dark abyss or rise to golden light, she would rest in the void of in between, helping those she could along the way.
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My short stories
Diversosthese are stories and poems that I wrote for school or during my free time, some are really good if I do say so myself and others could probably use a lot of improvment
