Hello beautiful people, just a heads up that this is the very first book I have written, so I apologize for extreme cheesiness or grammatical errors, as the story goes on I kind of get better at writing so bear with me and enjoy falling :))
Ellie's pov:
"Honey you can tell me when something is wrong, instead of resorting to things that will kill you. You are going to regret it, and I just want what's best for you." My mom says for I don't know, about the billionth time.
Why can't she just understand that I don't want help. I don't want to speak my feelings. "God mom why do you care? I'm going to die anyways, why not spending it the way I want to?"
She finally gives up, sighs, and leaves my room. I don't get why she can't understand.
Actually I do get it. She'll never understand. She will never get that I don't want help. I just want to be alone, In my misery. Do I like where I am? I fucking hate it. But, I'm stuck where am.
I'm falling.
I'm falling in place.
YOU ARE READING
falling. (ashton)
Teen Fictionthe idea of falling, seems a hell of a lot easier when you know for a fact that no one is going to be there to pick you up.
