"She brought the blade to her throat, and with one quick swipe, blood bloomed. She closed her eyes, enjoying the pain and the silence that encompassed her. She took a deep breath for the last time.
Standing at the gates of Heaven, surrounded by blinding white, she turned away, knowing she didn't belong there, not for all the sins she's done. She saw a tiny ball of darkness. She reached out and touched it gently. It grew and enveloped her, warmth spreading through her body. Fires were lighting the dark tunnel, to which at the end, was her destiny. She walked there tentatively. going through the doorway, was a world of quiet, shadows, night, and blades. All shiny and with every heartbeat of theirs, she smiled.
She was finally home."
~ If only this could be my story. If it was, I would be much happier. This quote was made by cuttingmysalvation
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A compilation of short stories of deaths of requested friends; if you want one pm me and how you want to die...
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