My days used to go by with joy and ease. Now i find myself struggling to not pull the trigger of the gun I now have pointed at my head. I feel the cold metal of the barrel push into my skull.
"No one will care." My brain tells me. "If you leave now, they'll probably rejoice." Sitting on my bed i get ready to end it all. Then I get pulled out of my trance as my dad knocks on my door.
"Annabella? Honey are you okay?" My dads voice soaked with concern. He must have heard me crying. SHIT! What how am I going to explain this?
"I'm fine, I'll be out in a sec." My voice cracks, giving away the fact that I've been crying, if he doesn't already know. I throw the gun under my pillow, get off my bed. The floor creaks as I exaggerate my walking. I slowly open my door ready for the buttload of questions, but instead i heard silence. Next thing I know I'm on the floor and my vision goes hazy.
"Anabella!" Is the last thing I hear as I'm dragged off.
A/n thanks to Spudzer1 for giving me insperation with her newest work, starve. Check it out! Thanks for reading!
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Was Once Perfect
Teen FictionOnce I used to be happy. Once I used to have hope. Once I was perfect.
