Life or Death

Life or Death

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People always told me to kill myself. I always considered doing it. But sadly I know I'd hurt the people I love the most. So I kept the pain to myself. I didn't express my feelings out in public. I buried them deep inside so no one could see what was happening. Every one heard about the incident but no one knew the real pain I felt inside. They sent me 'Get Better Soon' cards and balloons, but they all went straight to the trash. Some even sent me past pictures they had of him, they had no idea how much it hurt to just see him. People told me I was just over reacting, they told me to stop being fake. Even though I was trying my best to be real and alive. How would they know anything.? They don't even know my name. My chest pounded with pain, daring me to commit suicide. But of course I stopped myself from kicking that chair. I stopped myself from drinking those pills. I stopped myself from pressing that trigger. But that never really stopped me. Well I hope you enjoy this story of how I finally ended my life.
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"You trust me, don't you?" he says with a smile, that smile. It had fooled everyone, even me at some point, and for the first time I want to scream with rage and shake the earth to the core. "Give me a hug," he says pulling me out of the chair that feels like a rock underneath me. I am as stiff as a board as his hands circle me, making me feel worse than dirt. His hands reach between my thighs and I want to plunge a knife deep through his chest. The only thing stopping me is, the knife is no where near. I pull back and I don't try to hide the anger in my eyes. I want him to see it. To know that I am coming for him. Rape is chanted repeatedly in my mind, reminding of the lies I just told and the false accusations I am throwing on innocent people. He's probably figured it out anyways, surely a Priest as high as he cannot be deceived. But none of that matters anymore because...... This is just the Beginning.

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