I grab a gasoline can and practically throw it in the trunk of my car. I shut it close before I go look for my lighter. I start to look around to try and find my damn lighter, I finally found my lighter after searching the whole room. I grab it and shove it into my pocket and start heading towards my car, furious.
I start to drive away from my parking spot, I let out a sigh as I start to think about the things I'm about to do. I hate this rotten world, I hate most of the people who fucking walk on it. I hate my family, my mother, my brother, the whole family is a fucking mess. I hate the fucking dumbass school system and don't get me started on the fucking government. I'm making sure I won't be able to see any of this world's bullshit anymore... I smile as I get closer to my destination.
Here is the last page of my diary, taped in front of it. The last of what has to be said.
You might be wondering what the fuck is going on and how I got here. Well, it all started when I was about 5 years old. Open my diary.
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Co-author story by @MoonSin2929 and @Maxjojobro
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Based on a true story, Avery and Star's life mixed.
Elliot's partner was his whole world, but after Allan's death, his ghost haunts Elliot's dreams. Everyone tells Elliot to move on, but he isn't sure he can.
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It's been a year since the love of Elliot's life, Allan, passed away. Everyone thinks he should have recovered after that much time, but Allan still haunts Elliot every night. He struggles to maintain relationships with his family, and despite a coworkers interest he can't summon up the courage to date. Elliot is living for the past, because to live for the present means he'll have to live with a hole in his heart. But the question Elliot has to face chases him through his monotonous days: is mourning Allan with everything he has truly living?
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