I pull out one of my daggers. They don't need me. Jason said he didn't have any more friends. So I'm not his friend. Just a few cuts and I wouldn't have to ever have to deal with this again. I placed the blade at my wrist and pressed down, sliding it across. I continue this 9 times, each time going deeper. On the tenth time I'm weak, about to pass out from blood loss.
'Just one more cut and I'll be gone from this world.' I think. One last time I place the blade to my wrist. Before I cut myself I look up to see Jason turn too me and his eyes fill with horror. Then I pass out from my loss of blood...
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Academy Of The Royals (Draft version)
FantasyThis is really old and not really worth reading, it's very poorly written In a world made up of only kingdoms how do people have any freedom? Well some would say they don't, that's how that uprisings started. But what happens when rebels invade the...
