Moraton
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Last published Fri, Jun 8, 2018
Maud, c'est moi, j'ai 13 ans et je suis orpheline mais un jour une lettre m'invite à venir dans un établissement.
Ce jour va à jamais changer ma vie.
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" Avez-vous déjà pensé à la non-existence ? Ma vie n'a plus aucun sens... j'en suis convaincue depuis mon réveil à l'hôpital, depuis que l'on m'a annoncé ce qui lui était arrivé. Je ne pense qu'à ça depuis que je sais que je ne reverrai jamais son visage. Je suis dans les bois, au grand arbre. C'était l'endroit que nous préférions. J'aimais y aller avec lui. C'est là qu'il s'est confié à moi, qu'il a posé ses lèvres sur les miennes, que nous avons partagé tant de moments, que ce soit dans la joie ou dans la peine. 'Pour le meilleur et pour le pire' comme vous, vous qui vivez et qui trouvez un sens à votre vie, vous dites si bien lorsque vous vous unissez autour de cet amour criminel et meurtrier. J'ai envie de le rejoindre, et ce couteau posé à côté de moi ne peut que m'aider à atteindre mon but. Je veux sortir de la non-existence pour rester dans les mémoires, pour partir de la surface de la Terre, pour enfin le rejoindre. Mais avant ça, je veux refaire le point sur ma vie. Expliquer des choses que je n'ai jamais confiées, même pas à lui. Raconter, dans les moindres détails et dans ce carnet si beau qu'il m'a donné, mes souvenirs passés. Ceux d'une vie qui ne mérite pas d'avoir été vécue." C'est mon premier écrit, alors soyez indulgents. Je ne vous conseille pas de lire cette histoire si vous avez moins de 15 ans.Complete
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