dear diary
this is my twenty-ninth week in high school and i'm done lying all the time.
the truth is i'm afraid to die before i start to live.
if i admit it to them, they begin to mourn.
and i don't want to see it now.
becky: you've acted strangely, what's going on?
me: nothing is wrong, let me be
becky: you know i'm going to Europe to dance and we don't see each other for a long time. tell me what the problem is. maybe i can help
me: you know what? i'm dead but i'm still breathing! that's my problem!
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!!!
