Moon sadness

Moon sadness

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"What is wrong with you ?", her mother asked behind a closed door. An average girl with once a heart, had locked her door and sat in the room of a caving in roof. She wanted to leave the world, and be left alone. No one ever really knew she was truly hurt. The more she cried the more she burned, and every night she died a little more inside. "Mom, I'm alright. I'm just a little tired as all." She replied with a stagger in the tone of her voice. Who was she fooling ? She wasn't okay, but she figured no one would care enough to understand anyway. She started to think about what the world would be like without her, what her parents would make of all this. She didn't care, because she knew no one else would. As she got older, she grew more and more colder. At the rate that she was going, she couldn't take it anymore. She went to the room with the caving in roof and she tied a rope around her neck. She stood on a chair and stared at the moon. The chair slipped and so did she.
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"She's right! She's right! I don't cut in the right spot." My hold tightens on my wrist. The red blood oozes out of my wrist. I slide up and grab my bag and run out of the bathroom. I don't care if people can see the blood I just want to get out. I race for the doors and shove through people. I earn a lot of glares and glances that read "weirdo." I ignore and push. I run to my house and lock myself in my bathroom. I don't bother closing the front door cause I don't care if people come in to kill me. I grab my razor and cut deep cuts into my arm and wrists falling into a pool of my own blood. • • • Evangeline has a great life. Friends? Check! Good grades? Check! Loving family? Check! But what if she has secrets that nobody knows of? What if the only thing she can trust is her secret diary? What if slowly but surly she's dying inside? How can an innocent twelve year old deal with these problems? Will she keep on facing these problem till the day she breaks. Her school burns down forcing her into a different school to meet different people and she has to fit into a different lifestyle as well. Meet Evangeline. Now at 17 years of age in a new high school. Not all girls anymore. No uniform. Meet Drake. Your classic bad-boy. He just moved to Saint Abigail high school. He is assigned partners with the quiet, calm, unnoticed Evangeline. As time progresses he finds that she isn't as happy on the inside as she is on the outside. Can he save her? Or is it too late? • • • Some rude language. Depression and cutting. Don't say I didn't warn you. Okay, I wrote this at the start of this year (may 2016) and I had very poor writing skills. This book hasn't been edited and the whole idea is cliche so I wouldn't recommend you read it but I'm not stopping you, either. Read at your own risk. • • • Copyright © 2017 by -moonlust. All rights reserved.

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