We've all heard of the stories, the ones where somebody takes their life in the end, the ones where there's no point to go from to develope or move on the plot once it's through.
And then, of course, there's mine.
The type where everything I thought would make everything better was about as wrong as a nun trying to sell herself off as a prostitute, the type where I have to live with my own actions everyday instead of somebody else's.
The aftermath, I like to call it.
The aftermath of one, big mistake that would change more lives than just mine.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictiously.
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Copyright 2018 by P.H. Walker.
To Mrs. Duvall, for her many words of motivation, wisdom, cheer, and her truly exceptional way of teaching.
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The Aftermath
General Fiction{Trigger warning; viewer's discretion advised} We've all heard of the stories, the ones where somebody takes their life in the end, the ones where there's no point to go from to develop or move on the plot once it's through, the ones that have the p...
