He kissed bạn slowly, and the feeling of tình yêu drowned your senses. A hug. A kiss. And bạn went further on.
bạn walk home, feeling amazing, beautiful, wonderful and every other feeling of happiness and love. The sky seems full of joy and the blue is blinding. The clouds have mixed shapes and sizes, each much thêm different than the other.
bạn enter your room and sit at the warmest corner in your room and smile at the thoughts of that special someone. Then your eyes blacken out.
Death. Hate. Depression. Bitterness. Sorrow. Murder.
bạn shake your head at the thoughts and push try to push them out. A feeling of emptiness fills your inner soul. bạn grab the dao, con dao under your giường from when bạn were eating dưa hấu and stick it in your back pocket.
A strong urge fills you. bạn can’t control it. bạn walk out your door and towards the person bạn love.
He is texting his friend about how much he loves you. bạn lift the dao, con dao into the air and try to hold back. bạn fingers cringe, trying to press the dao, con dao against his neck.
bạn feel the guilt slipping through your ears and cool off your neck. bạn let out a quiet sigh and smile. bạn are glad that bạn didn’t kill. bạn slowly lose grip of the dao, con dao and it slips out of your fingers, landing on his shoulder and gracefully gliding down his arm. A long scar scrapes his arm and the dao, con dao is stuck at the very end.
He falls down to the floor and looks around wildly to find the person in charge. His eyes fill with tears and disappoint when he sees that bạn are the cause of this. A twisted frown of hatred fills his expression.
bạn begin to cry and find a way to apologize for the harm just caused.
“I’m sorry.” bạn whisper and cry a lot more.
He gives a glare.
“How could you?” He slowly stutters.
“I didn’t mean to. I don’t know.” bạn whisper.
His eyes begin to blink quickly, hiển thị he would be gone any second.
bạn run to his side and Kiss his lifeless lips.
“I’m sorry. I tình yêu you.” bạn say slyly and step away from the body.
bạn walk home, feeling amazing, beautiful, wonderful and every other feeling of happiness and love. The sky seems full of joy and the blue is blinding. The clouds have mixed shapes and sizes, each much thêm different than the other.
bạn enter your room and sit at the warmest corner in your room and smile at the thoughts of that special someone. Then your eyes blacken out.
Death. Hate. Depression. Bitterness. Sorrow. Murder.
bạn shake your head at the thoughts and push try to push them out. A feeling of emptiness fills your inner soul. bạn grab the dao, con dao under your giường from when bạn were eating dưa hấu and stick it in your back pocket.
A strong urge fills you. bạn can’t control it. bạn walk out your door and towards the person bạn love.
He is texting his friend about how much he loves you. bạn lift the dao, con dao into the air and try to hold back. bạn fingers cringe, trying to press the dao, con dao against his neck.
bạn feel the guilt slipping through your ears and cool off your neck. bạn let out a quiet sigh and smile. bạn are glad that bạn didn’t kill. bạn slowly lose grip of the dao, con dao and it slips out of your fingers, landing on his shoulder and gracefully gliding down his arm. A long scar scrapes his arm and the dao, con dao is stuck at the very end.
He falls down to the floor and looks around wildly to find the person in charge. His eyes fill with tears and disappoint when he sees that bạn are the cause of this. A twisted frown of hatred fills his expression.
bạn begin to cry and find a way to apologize for the harm just caused.
“I’m sorry.” bạn whisper and cry a lot more.
He gives a glare.
“How could you?” He slowly stutters.
“I didn’t mean to. I don’t know.” bạn whisper.
His eyes begin to blink quickly, hiển thị he would be gone any second.
bạn run to his side and Kiss his lifeless lips.
“I’m sorry. I tình yêu you.” bạn say slyly and step away from the body.
I live in my opinion possibly the most ghetto town in the United States, Pittsburgh. People have been committing suicide all over town. Population all over town has been decreasing, fast. Some of my Những người bạn were so depressed that they were thinking about "joining the crowd". I wouldn't live without my friends. I don't want my Những người bạn to go as well as my mom and dad. Yes, I'm an orphan. I've been an orphan for about three weeks. My Những người bạn have disappeared. I think they went to Clarion; but I could be wrong. There have been tons of fights at my school. Most of the people that were committing suicide were middle school and high school aged. I was getting really tired really fast. I climbed up in a cây and found a comfortable spot and fell asleep. tiếp theo thing I knew, I was tied up on a pole.
Sorry for cliffhangers....
Sorry for cliffhangers....