Will I Ever Love Again?

Will I Ever Love Again?

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I was there, looking in the mirror, Looking at my refelection, wondering how i could let myself get so far. I'd never dreamed about coming this far.. I looked down at my hands and stared at the tub of pills i was holiding, refelecting back to what made me come to this, all the pain he caused me, all the pain i suffered becuase of one sentance. I saw my hands become blury so i shut my eyes tight, holding back the tears. "You can do this, dont back out now. Just think. All the pain will be gone once ive finished this tub. Do it!" I spoke to myself in my head. A wave of sheer anger washed through me, I let out a scream causing my to look once again at my reflection. I connected my hand to the mirror hard so my reflection would disappear and the pain was shooting in all directions through my hand but i took no notice of it, i took a deep and long breath then outh of no where i was fiddling with the tub, finding the seal to open my lock of freedom. I saw the blood dripping into the sink from my hand. The sides of my lips curled and a smirk appeared on my face. I popped open the tub and emptied it into my hand. One last look at the shattered and distorted reflection i put my hand to my mouth and swallowed every last pill. I saw everything disappear, the room becoming darker as time passed. I slid on the floor, smiling, knowing im going to forget everything and the pain will be gone. _______________________________________________________________________________ Sorry if this storys like really morbid or whatever but yeah! this is my first story that ive writen off my head. I will keep the chapters coming, Depends if i get enough votes. Please give me feed back on this story and vote or whatever if your want more chapters coming! Thanks guys<3
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A girl who wanted nothing but to fall. A boy who knew nothing but to rise. Cheryl Faun and Tristan Tanner had their differences. Knowing each other since kindergarten, the two never really communicated properly. Or, well, Cheryl pushed Tristan away with any chance she got. A regular day to them would be a faceless girl trying to commit suicide, and a sunshine boy rescuing her before the gates of hell. In the past 12 years, nothing changed. Absolutely nothing. And when something happens, something completely outrageous and compelling, the two are pushed together closer than they've ever been before. Too close, maybe. But, this didn't change anything. It COULDN'T change anything. Right? If fate had other plans for them, could everything go TOTALLY wrong? Obviously... ~~~ "Stop.. trying to kill yourself!" He retorted. His eyes closed, and he began ranting. "I don't LIKE it when you think it's a good idea to KILL yourself. I don't LIKE seeing you in pain. I don't LIKE saving you because it breaks me every time your eyes seem to lull me to sleep!" I still couldn't say anything. His hands grabbed my face, and I felt him leaning in even more, his lips a mere centimeter away from mine. His eyes were still closed, but I felt a pain behind his breathing. Every small twitch and shiver from him sent a lightning bolt down my spine. He was holding up a wall, and wouldn't let anyone tear it down. My hands moved up a little, and I grabbed his arms. Water was streaming down my face- I couldn't tell if it were tears or the ocean- and he opened his eyes. The emerald green met my grey eyes, and I looked at him, letting him stare at the fallen tears. "If you hate it that much," I whispered, "Leave me here to die." Tristan's eyes gleamed in response, and he leaned over, saying, "As if that'll ever happen." [SEQUEL: LOADING GAME] [ DISCLAIMER: This concept was developed during my middle school years. I understand how underdeveloped the plot is. ]

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