FREE.

Chapter one.

NEW STORY GUYS. I KNOW I HAVE A BUNCH OF STORIES THAT I NEED TO FINISH BUT IJUST THOUGHT ABOUT THIS AND I REALLY WANT TO SHARE IT WITH YOU GUYS. ITS GOING TO BE A SHORT STORY. NO PROLONGED CHAPTERS.

I'LL TRY TO FINISH THIS ONE GUYS.

ENJOY.

Hazel's journal.

ENTRY NUMBER ONE.

SEVEN MONTHS LEFT.

Why do people decide that they need to share their feelings? Why do people wake up one morning and say '' hey i wanna write a diary " ? I thought about my decision to start this journal--I have been thinking about it for months. What if someone reads it? They get to see me in my weakest and darkest moments.

They see that i am broken. You might probably read this and think-- if only someone had gotten to this quick enough. I should probably stop here and tell you why i decided to write this down. You probably see the time written at the top of this page? You know i have seven months left. I'm sure you think I've got some kind of terminal illness-- maybe i do. I don't know about it yet though. okay, I am getting side tracked again.

I AM GOING TO DIE.

Yeah, everyone is going to die at some point in this life but we usually don't know when it is. Don't you just wish you could know your fate? How cool would it be if there was like a sign above our heads, telling us when we were gonna die. People would probably avoid people close to their deaths. They'd be like '' since they are gonna leave soon...there's no point getting to know them ''. Now that's crazy but cool.

You see, I have been thinking about death since i was six. I've been wondering what the afterlife entails. I am sure it is probably better than this life. I mean--life sucks. You probably think I'm a downer and I don't blame you cause I am. When I was seven, I watched a man die in the foster home I was at. I stood there as he choked to death--literally. I watched him turn blue, i could see the pain in his eyes, he reached out for me and I didn't know what to do. yeah i should have probably called 911 but you see the look in his eyes interested me. I watched him as his heart stopped beating and I couldn't help but feel a little angry.

He shouldn't have died.

He didn't deserve to go so easily. He was a bad person and he was supposed to suffer. Death was a relief. Death was a way out of pain and he was free. I think about that time and I regret not doing something to save him. I should have called 911. I shouldn't have let him be free.

Now, still wondering why i have seven months left?

Well, wonder no more...I am going to kill myself in seven months. On my eighteenth birthday-- April the 12th....I hazel grey will be free.

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Hazel walked into the building dragging her backpack on the floor, she was exhausted and she knew what she was walking into. She hated coming home. She couldn't even call the hell she lived in home--she hated coming to hell. The door closed with a slight bang and she froze, terrified. She took a deep breath as her latest devil walked into the room. He looked angry, hazel knew he was always angry but she had wished just for once he'd walk in with a smile on his face '' did you just bang my door ?'' he asked venomously.

Hazel released her breath and picked up her bag, wearing it on one arm. She watched him, not wanting to aggravate him any further. He was already pissed and if she spoke, she'd just make things worse '' i see you are now deaf '' he rolled his eyes and hazel sighed. He was dressed in black dirty jeans and a wife beater and she couldnt understand how social services could place her in such a home. Sure enough. She wasnt the only one. She had foster brothers and sisters. There were eight kids in this house and none of them felt safe.