dear diary
this is my thirty-sixth week in high school and i'm tired of waiting.
last time i talked with my dad was weeks ago.
and i want to see him before i go.
so i called him again and he managed to come to visit me.
which was more promising for me.
dad: my dear, you don't have any hair left!
me: you also don't have
dad: but i'm your old man!
me: and i'm your dying child
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!!!
