Coney
  • WpView
    Reads 104
  • WpVote
    Votes 9
  • WpPart
    Parts 3
WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Sat, Aug 16, 202514m
Keep it to yourself; that's what I always tell myself. But sometimes, the things we bury don't stay like that for long. The ideas they silence, the ones they strip away for profit-maybe they crawl back. Maybe they wear fur, long ears, and the weight of everything we chose to ignore. Perhaps justice isn't what we thought it was.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Everything Happens For A Reason
  • unspoken words | mileven
  • I HATED MY FATHER
  • Those In The Dark
  • The Chase (Enhypen X Hearts2Hearts au)
  • Meat for the slaughter (en)
  • Vengeance

EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON. That's what they told us when she died, but no one ever questioned the reason. It was always, overdose, a suicide, case closed. We thought it was over, but the past has a way of crawling back, and it doesn't knock. A year later, on the anniversary of her "suicide." we get THAT message. "meet me at noon." Old wounds reopen, and new clues appear. Someone else "commits" suicide. No one is safe when the truth tries to speak.

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines