dear diary
this is my forty-eighth week in high school and Christmas is almost over.
everybody has plans for New Year's Eve.
and all i'm doing is lying in bed.
waiting to die soon.
even sammy's angry about it.
sammy: what are you doing?
me: dying
sammy: no, this Friday you goof
me: nothing in particular
sammy: let me guess, you're going to die?
me: maybe
sammy: you're weird you know that right?
me: yes i know, thank you
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!!!
