The icy rain whips around my face, tugging harshly at my scruffy, thin, black hair and snapping it against the torn flesh of my exposed face and neck.
My whole body feels numb with cold, shaking violently as the spiteful wind pushes me closer and closer towards the edge of the cliff, whispering sweet temptations in my ear...
The filled pages of the hard back book flutter impatiently in the storm as they demand my attention! I gaze down and anger takes over my whole body as I fail to make out the words made smudged ink. Allowing myself a moment of true freedom, I shriek in sadness, fear and hatred into the wind, thrusting the diary over the edge and watch as it hurtles towards the ground!
How am I to carry on? I have no love. No life. No meaning. Why should I keep going when I can make it all ... go away?
I feel the burning hot tears roll down my ice cold cheek, the salt stinging as it settles deep within my wounds.
How did this happen? How did it ever get this ... desperate?
I can make it all go away... I take step forwards, my trembling body a little closer to the edge.
I can make it stop! Another step forward.
...forever.
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Hate is just a word.
General FictionCompleted ✅ WARNING! This story contains a lot of seriously messed up views on life! Please do NOT try to imitate ANY of the behaviour displayed in this story! Eric always knew that his life wasn't going to be perfect, far from it in fact! But he n...
