dear diary
this is my fifty-sixth week in high school and i'm trapped in suspense.
becky called me nonstop today.
to be honest, i'm tired of her struggle for two more minutes.
because i have only one second left to breathe.
and it's the hard one.
becky: why you no longer meet my calls?
me: w-we don't have anything to talk about, you see
becky: are you kidding me? we can be quiet for several hours and that would be the most exciting conversation at all!
me: no, our friendship is over, rebecca
becky: why is that? it is cancer?
me: yes, i'm dying and y-you're-
becky: living? in this case i'm dying with you!
me: not a chance!
becky: exactly, you don't have a chance to leave without me!
me: i hate you for that
becky: and i love you for that!
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!!!
