CECELIA ✓

CECELIA ✓

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I woke up from the sound of rattling doorknob downstairs. When I open my eyes i immediately notice that it is still dark outside, I look at the clock at the top of my drawer beside my bed 3:00 AM Is displayed in a bold red color, I decided to check it out and see what is going on downstairs but as I step on the floor a wave of chillness runs down to my spine, I can't help but hug my self from the coolness of the wind that is coming from my window I guess I forgot to close it last night, I was tired from the party yesterday that I immediately fell asleep when I hit my bed I stand up and wear my slippers to protect my feet against the cold floor beneath my body, as I goes to the window I heard it again Rattle rattle rattle The rattling of our doorknob like someone was forcing it to open it from outside, I can't help but looked from window and I immediately feel scared when I saw a figure in front of our door and trying to open our door, it was a Man ~ Open the book to continue reading... Short Story Total words - 3800 Cover made by Me :) (Canva)
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No one stopped to look. No one glanced in the alley I cried in. I was tired of this place, so tired of the endless days that stretched out before me. The emptiness in my heart was eating me alive, with no end in sight. My own darkness was swallowing me whole and leaving nothing alive. The tears froze on my bright red cheeks. I was tired of feeling so broken, but most of all I was tired of being so alone. I pulled out the cold heavy weapon from my coat and stared at it. "If someone would look this way," I thought, "If someone would just glance at me and see my pain. I won't do it." There was a man standing in front of me. After he removed the single bullet from my pistol, he handed it back to me, and left. I followed the man at a distance back to his apartment. He knew that I had followed him and waited at the door to let me in. For reasons I cannot explain I entered his tiny apartment. I fell asleep at the table playing with the bullet and woke up to my alarm the following morning. There was a pillow beneath my head, a blanket over my shoulders, and a note that read: "Dear Stranger..."

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