Spinster In The Destruction

Spinster In The Destruction

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The waves hit my face with full force as I tried drowning myself in the sea. I didn't want to live anymore. This was my second suicide attempt. Now that I have decided to end my life and I have taken an action towards it, I had this sudden desire to live. I was no professional swimmer but I hoped the swimming lessons that dad gave me before he left me to the cruel world would come to use now. I struggled to keep my head above water but the entrance of salty water in my mouth, nose, and eyes wasn't helping much. As I was about to give up I heard panicked noises of fishermen. Their panicked chattering sounded like cheers of encouragement to me. I was half dead but all I could be relieved about was I finally got help. My own blood and flesh didn't seem to care about me so much. Yet , a bunch of unknown fishermen seemed to care about my life. Highest rank : #149 in Teen Fiction
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The average human being spends every second of his day fighting against the force of nature to see another day. But I'm different. I'm not afraid of outside forces to take my life away - only myself. Approximately 10 years ago, something happened to me. Something really bad. But I'm not allowed to talk about it. As a way to release my frustration, I give hell to my body and everyone I come in contact with - especially my parents. No one knows about what happened except the ones who did it...and Him. But he didn't stay. Now, he's back and he's not talking either. I want to stop hurting, I need to stop. Make me stop.

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