dear diary
this is my sixty-first week in high school and i feel very weak.
scott sing me to sleep at the morning.
when i told him to go home.
and have some sleep himself, he disagreed.
staying with me all day.
though i slept most of it.
it was lovely to know that he was near me.
scott: 'cause baby you look happier, you do
me: are you really singing me this song? i'm sleepy scott
scott: my friends told me one day i feel it too
me: yes you do, you're gonna create some good happiness
scott: until that i smile to hide the truth
me: it's okay to deny it sometimes, y'know
scott: i know i was happier with you
me: oh i see where you were going there
scott: i love you mary
me: and i hate you for that
scott: no you don't
me: yes i do
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!!!
