I Promise
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"You can't leave me. Not alone. Please, don't go!" "I'm sorry... But I don't really think I have a choice. I love you, so much. And I always will. Don't forget that." "No, please. Madi, I'm begging you stay! Don't go!" "I will miss you Jax. Just know I will always, love you. Just please promise me one thing." "No! I won't!" "Sam, please!" "I can't!" "Sam! Promise!" "...I promise..." Jax was left alone after his sister, Madi passed from a terrible accident the two had faced. His parents were gone, and he had nothing left. He struggled in life. His grades went down, and he buried himself in a deep, deep, whole of pain, and sorrow. He ended up dropping out of school as well as losing his friends. Afterwards, he tried to end it all. But it didn't work... And he was put into a hospital. But this wasn't a normal hospital. There's a reason he couldn't die. But what's the reason? What kind of hospital experiments on there suicidal patients? And is Jax capable of love after losing it so many times? A story of lose, fear, love, and hate. A story of hope, and happiness, but also doubt, and sorrow. "I Promise." Copyright: This is my original piece, and I don't give anyone any permission to steal, borrow, or use it as there own. Warning; This story contains Mature Contain. Language, sexual intercourse, pain, and loss. Teach at your own risk.
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I like inflicting pain. Not on others but on myself. Some people would call me depressed but I'm not. If anything the pain makes me happy. I started "self harming" at the mere age of nine. Or at least, that's what she called it. My therapist, I mean. She ended up giving me a life time supply of antidepressants and some shitty advice. I'm now eighteen, rotting in jail, and awaiting my death sentence. This is my story and if I'm quite honest, you don't want to hear it. +++ awards: ➵ Winner, Short Story Category, "Summer Book Awards" @Capybara100 ➵ Overall Winner, "Summer Book Awards" @Capybara100 status: ➵ started - 19/08/17 ➵ finished- 07/11/18 note: ➵ Please don't copy me. I don't appreciate it and will block you and report you. No writer likes to be copied and neither do readers. Readers want something which is unique and original.

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