dear diary
this is my thirty-ninth week in high school and i still don't want to die.
my whole class visited me today and we played games.
but sammy was with me all evening.
he wrote me another song.
and i felt that this piece actually kill me.
so asked him to stop.
which he perfectly understood.
sammy: i'm glad that you kept your promise
me: what do you mean?
sammy: that you don't die on stage
me: i told you so!
sammy: but now you die after that
me: i know, i'm sorry
sammy: it's okay
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!!!
