Free

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"FREE"

I'm smiling, finally the pain reached its end. I'm no longer suffering, now I'm free.

I just stared at my coffee table beside my bed. There's a three picture frame, on the left was me and my bestfriends, on the right is our family photo we looked so happy, and on the center is a picture of my favorite boy group. I reached it and smiled.

They helped me so much, I owe them bigtime. On my hard time, weakest ,and vulnerable states they're always there to cheered me, not literally the're here beside me. Their songs helped me to forget al the sorrow, but still it's not enough.

My breathing became unsteady, my eyelids is getting heavy, and my sights are now blurry.

I placed it on top of my chest. They're smilling and i'm glad that they're living their lives to the fullest.

"I'm sorry" i said in audible tone. I faked my smile. I cried. I know crying woudn't helped me. how ironic.

"I'm.. r-really...sorry" i choked up my words struggling it to say. I love my family so much, my friends and them. But i hate my life. I touched the glass framed and the blood sticked in the glass. Then suddenly the door opens and there I saw my mom running on my bed.

"Bella! What did you do?! omygod!" she is now crying while holding my wrist with slits on it. My mom was trying to stopped the blood but she failed cause it's flowing prosperously.

"Honey! help our, daughter!!" i can't cleary heared the words she said. Without a second my dad came rushing with my brother, and then it went black.

Finally I'm free.







Misyeeeeeeel

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