TW|| mentions of abuse, sewer slide, knives, blood, death
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You have to break a glow-stick for it to glow. After finishing my last sentence I decided to hide the book in the wall. My death note. The last thing of me to exist. Ever. And I was sure of it. Before the red. The colour everyone in my family loved. They loved it so much they told me to drain myself of it all. So I did. Right on my bedroom floor. My only desire was to give them their red. What they wanted for so, so long. The blade in my hand. Nothing hurt anymore. I feel kind of free. The red kept soaking. Relentless. The one word I will never use for myself. Relentless. For I am the opposite. I gave into the taunting, the punches, the kicks. The words that stained my 16 year old head. The thoughts that filled my mind. I emptied myself of the red. Now I lay on the rug. My blonde hair lay peacefully. The eyes forever open. My heart forever broken. The hole in my wall patched. Why would he care. Why would anyone care. The last thought in my head before I felt my spirit drift up to the heavens. Unsure of my weary steps. I stood at the pearly gates. What about my sister. The only one who cared. Who noticed. While others see pain, despair, disgust, agony, in my death. I saw the beauty of the red. It was always my favorite colour. As I kissed the earth goodbye. As I walked into the land of forgiveness. "Welcome home, for your journey must end here."
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Diaries || DreamNotFound
Short StoryWhen George Davidson finds an old tarnished diary is his families now home, he could only wish for its contents to come to life. TW AT BEGINNING OF EACH PART THINGIE
