Shatter Me
I couldn't smile, everyday, as I look into my mirror, I see a ghost of who I was once before, and it affected me, all those situations...
I pushed all my co-workers away, my friends, my boss.... I ended up getting fired. Every night, I look into my dead eyes, then to the Crimson liquid dripping down my wrist and to the wooden floor boards.
I don't eat properly anymore, my friends seemingly gave up after me screaming at them, throwing glass at my kitchen floor when they told me I should eat. I slowly got to turn to a ghost, a memory to everyone and to myself.
It affected me so much, one night, as I was driving home from work, a late shift of overnight since I was absent for long, my car's wheel went through a gutter that it made my car unbalance. I tried to stopped it, but my car was swiveling so fast, the next thing I knew was my head smacked against the glass window, fire slowly seeping into the inside of the car.
"This is it, huh?" I whisper, "Mom, Dad, Alois... I'm coming..."
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Shatter Me(an original short story)
BeletrieThe world just seems bent on shattering her, but what if not all wrongs are wrongs? And some Rights ante wrongs? That through pain, she still came out strong... It's kind of cliché, I'm sorry for that, I was having an.... Emotional moment and when...
