My arm stings from the pain that I am unable to take any longer. The luminescent crimson shines as it drops from my wounds and falls to the carpet. It stains the spotless white carpet. That puddle of cuts grew over time. My carpet is now brown. And reeks of death.
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The Forgotten Boy (A True Suiside Story)
No FicciónUnfortunately this is a true story of me dearest friend who was on the verge of suiside because of all the bullying he received. Yet there is somewhat of a twist. He has recently passed away, I was there when it happened. He wrote to me every day in...
