Everyone kept asking me how I almost died and I kept trying to tell them I was almost shot but they kept cutting me off. They refuse to believe it and think it's because I was in a gang. I close myself off from everyone. They don't get me anyway. I growled at the person who tried to ask me if I was almost fucked to death because I'm a "slut".
I was forced to go to this stupid support group. Why couldn't I have stayed home? There's this boy though. Owen? I think that's his name. He keeps trying to be friends with me cause he thinks we're "soulmates". God, he's such a dork. A cute one at tha- GAH! What am I thinking?! I finally let him get close to me. He's too cute. I look at him and sigh. "Will you please go on a date with me!?" He begged. I blushed and looked away. "I-I guess we can" I muttered. He cheered and kissed my cheek before running off. I felt myself short circuit and sit there. "I HAVE A DATE!?" I squealed.
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Short stories
HorrorJust a bunch of weird short stories. Read if you want. There might be triggering topics like s*icide, death, ab*se, and stuff like that. If you can't handle it, please don't read this.
