The key is fragile. Not to be hurt. Not to be touched. But one day, someone snaps the key in half, not caring anymore. The key is now broken, almost impossible to fix. Somehow though, eventually, with the right care, the key will be whole again. It's just at a matter of time. The "key" is me, the "somebody" is the world.
REDOING STORY!! MIGHT BE CONFUSING AT SOME POINTS! JUST STICK WITH ME TO THE END, I PROMISE IT WILL MAKE SENSE. WHY AM I YELLING AT A DOOR AND MY PHONE!? I'M GOING TO SHUT UP NOW!!
There is a hidden meaning behind this story. If you somehow figure it out, pm me.
WARNING: CONTAINS DEPRESSION
IF YOU CANNOT HANDLE DEPRESSION, DON'T READ!!
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Started ~ February 13, 2021
Ended ~ April 3, 2021
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Re-write ~ May 28, 2021
End ~ August 18, 2021
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Disclaimer!
This book might not make since at some points.
This book does go a bit fast.
There is NO HAPPY ENDING.
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"Wait honey stop!" The lady yelled, but I wasn't gonna stop. I headed for the front door and before I could push it open I felt arms wrap around my waist
"Stop" I kept thrashing in his arms "Come on stop, your gonna hurt yourself more" I didn't listen I just kept trying
"Keep her arm as still as you can!" Someone yelled and I felt hands grab my right arm and then something prick my skin
"Just stop!" Slowly I collapsed in their arms and my eyes shut. Not how this was meant to happen