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It was a cold, cloudy day. The clouds were dark and the neighborhood was dead silent. I woke up early this morning since today I'm turning 19. I went down stair to see what I would usually see every morning when it's my birthday. I would see my grandma downstairs in the kitchen making my favorite breakfast. Pancakes with fruits on them with chocolate syrup and a ice cream sundae. I went down stairs to the kitchen to see it empty. "Weird she is always here.myabe she slept in this morning" I thought to myself. I decided maybe this year I'll make the breakfast myself. I made the pancakes then cut up the fruit. After I made the ice cream sundae. I placed everything on a tray and took it to my grandmother's room. I walked in and see her on her bed laying there motionless. I chuckled to myself and thought,"she must be really tired today" I placed the tray on her night stand and I went over and sat on the edge of her bed. "Grandma wake up its my birthday" I said shaking her a bit. She didn't move she just stayed still. I started to shake her more "Grandma please wake yup" I started to worry,"Grandma please wake up don't Leave me here please" I said with tears starting to build up in my
(E/C) eyes. She stayed still and she wasn't breathing. Tears were starting to run down my cheeks like waterfalls. "It can't be happening today it's just nightmare it's not true please not today on my birthday. I already lost my parents I can't lose you too please wake up." I said crying my eyes out. I grabbed her hand and they were icy cold. I checked fora pulse but nothing happen. She is dead. She died on my birthday. I fell on my knees and broke down into more tears. I was just there in her room crying alone on this gloomy day. I tried to calm down but I couldn't my grandma died and it brought back memories of when I lost my parents. I went to my room and got out something that I haven't used for a long time. I pulled out the blade and held it in my hand. I pulled up my sleeve and got the blade and pushed it deep into my wrists. I started to think about the life I have. My shity life. My parents died when I was little, I got bullied ever since I started school and till this day I do, I get beaten up every single day, and now my grandma died on my birthday. I made 5 deep cuts on my wrist. I watched my blood comming out of my wrists fast. I looked at it flowing down my arms fast. This is the worst birthday present ever...
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HEY SUZUKA LOVERS THIS IS THE FIRST CHAPTER OF THIS BOOK!!! SORRY IF IT'S TO DEPRESSING BUT DON'T WORRY THE LOVE WILL START SOON. ANYWAYS MY OTHER 2 BOOKS WILL BE OUT SOON AND I'LL BE UPDATING ALOT MORE THAN WHAT I DID BEFORE. HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED THIS AND UNTIL NEXT TIME . SAYANORA SUZUKA LOVERS
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My Perfect Angel (Suzuka×Reader)(EDITING IN PROGRESS)
Fanfiction(PROCESS IN EDITING) You are a 19 years old and you were always a sad and lonely person and all you wanted was someone who understands you. Your parents died when you were only 4 years old so you lived with your Grandma. Later on you had to move wit...
