Pandemic : Lockdown Boredom

Pandemic : Lockdown Boredom

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published чтв, сент. 10, 2020
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Ian Gimenez an artist and a second year college student was stuck for so long in his dormitory during the lockdown. The pandemic caused by an unknown virus threatens the whole world, and the only safe haven for this child is his room and his own thoughts. One day, he got messaged by a random Celline Acuevas asking for a commision. But life is pure of plotwist so relatable things happened online. As days go by Ian's loneliness started to fade away. And Celline was hyped, like everytime. Friendship grew strong until and things happen. A short story Book cover is made by: Rhyan Reyes Check him out on Instagram at https://instagram.com/iamxlnc?igshid=16d66ur7ftywh
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It was always about Mike. Never about myself, but his face when he found me on the floor. The tears in his eyes. All the blood he saw. The pills and blood pooling around me. He started screaming for mom and dad. They rushed in horrified at my state. Mom had the medics on the phone, they would be here as soon as the could. Dad swinging over to tie my wrist to stop the bleeding. The medics rushed in, and gasped at how badly I managed to cut myself. They put my in the stretcher, and carried me away. I was bullied to the point of feeling non-existent. I soon realized that physical pain felt good to duel the pain of being invisible. Then finally, one night, I opened up my right wrist, and took way too many pills, so that the medics would have a harder time saving me. I didn't want to be saved. I wanted to die. I wanted to be gone forever. *DISCLAIMER:: THIS BOOK SAYS DISCONTINUED, HOWEVER I MARKED IT AS COMPLETE. IF YOU READ THE LAST CHAPTER(don't skip the story, you egg) IT DOES MAKE SENSE. THANK YOU TO NAWAAL FOR INTRODUCING ME TO THIS SITE, AND MAKING THIS MY FIRST BOOK*

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