¹⁰Lonely

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EDITED: 5-22-23

(Take note that you had a recorder recoding you)

(ALSO THIS IS ALL FAKE OKAY? LOVE YOURSELF, RESPECT OTHERS, AND DO GOOD STUFF AND THINK WISELY! I LOVE U ALL!)

Y/N grabbed her piano and started pressing on the keys, making another song.

"I'm slowly killing myself."

"I'm trying so hard at the back of the shelf, it's just the same everyday."

She pressed on a key softly, terrible memories coming back to her mind again, making her cry.

"I'm writing these songs that will never get played."

It was her doubt.

"I get told whats wrong and what's right."

~

"Ew! Don't wear that! That's wrong and disgusting! You're going to ruin our reputation! You're out of this band!" One of the girls in the band yelled at you, and you didn't know why.

They said to wear something pink, and you did.

'Maybe they just want me out of the team.' You sighed and left.

Days Later.

It was Valentine's Day, everyone had a Valentine, well, except for you.

"I don't have a romantic life."

Months Later

"B/F/N, please don't..." (best friend name) You begged as your best friend lied down on her hospital bed. Fighting for her life.

"I'm sorry but it's too difficult and I tried. But don't worry, I'm always here in your hearts I love you, Y/N," She took her last breath and died Infront of you.

Days Later

Ring Ring

"Hello?" You asked through the phone. "Is this Ms. Y/N? The daughter or Mr. and Mrs. L/N?" Someone asked, "Yeah, why?" You asked.

"Please come to ******** hospital, it's urgent," The person said before ending the call.

Your heart beating fast, your parents left for work an hour ago. You ran out of the house and went to the hospital.

"Hello? Miss! I'm the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. L/N! Where's their room- please!" You panicked as you asked the nurse. She showed you the way to your parents room and you ran there as fast as you can.

"I'm sorry, they didn't make it.."

You sobbed.

"And everyone's dying, so I keep on trying to them proud before they're gone."

~

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