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You're gone, you're dead, there's no going backEhem, please read;
You're sitting at your desk, in your room, and you know it's time to go. You've said that to yourself over a million times, but this time you know, for sure, that it's time. You're tired… you're so tired of everything you have been putting up with in your life. You're parents pissed you off, like school wasn't bad enough today.. You go to get the rope because you're that desperate to leave. You're ready. You think of it as some game… the first one dead is the one who wins. No ones home, it's the perfect time. You're ready. If you don't do it now, you're gonna look down on yourself even more, forever. You're going to hate yourself even more. No one knows, no one will know… until later on. Instead of getting a paper and a pen, you get the video camera, along with a chair and a rope. You're standing on the chair now...You're gone instantly and there will be no noise, or anything. One side of the rope is tied to the top of your fan, while the other is already around your
i'll love you if you read my story~~~Hey guise :3 Erm, I made a short story
It honestly sucks ass, but I don't give two shits C:
Welp, in the story, the guy and girl are both 15. That's honestly all I'm gonna say.
You'll catch on quite quickly if you read the whole damn thing.
Hope you enjoy~~~ lol please don't judge.
I'm way better at writing than this piece of shit:
"Shh.." Skylynn whispered. She pulled her finger from her lips and put her right arm down by my left. I wanted to grab her hand and say that everything's going to be all right. But it wasn't. Her father was coming through the doorway, drunk as ever. Straggling behind him were the laughs of a drunk woman.
As always, Skylynn had told me her father comes home drunk almost every night, with a woman he's met at the bar or club, and brings her home. Skylynn hides in the pantry, filled with warm beer, wine, and foul smelling cheeses, of the kitchen while her father, and the unknown woman, stumble into the house and drag themselves upstairs to his room.
By this t
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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