dear diary
this is my twenty-third week in high school and i won my first art contest.
and guess what? with my painting of cancer disease.
the best part was that no one other than my teacher did not know this.
so it was great being normal.
my teacher: how do you handle this?
me: handle what?
my teacher: this... pain? knowing that you may not live it over?
me: i don't, i'm already gone.
YOU ARE READING
Fallen Girl
Short StoryMary's dead. But she's still breathing. That's the problem. TRIGGER WARNING: DEADLY DISEASE, HARD TOPICS LIKE DEATH AND HEARTBREAK!!!
