It was practically all the same since I returned. But I felt more distant. I couldn't help but miss the adrenaline that came from the heroin. So I took up an old habit. The razor cutting deeper than ever. Giving me the high that I so craved. Peeling away my layers of sorrow, and giving me peace within. I could but think what it would be like to finally die. That day, when I overdosed on drugs, they claimed it to be an accident. But was it really an accident? Maybe I was meant to die. Maybe all my pain and suffering would end. But they didn't let me. And the fates are so cruel, stealing away what others desire. What do you desire? Your most deepest, heart felt desire?
We can guess what mine was. It was death.
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This Is My Goodbye
Short Story"She was like a star, nothing but a beautiful echo of death" Ultimately I had to choose an escape from my past. For years, the constant weight of what they all did, has brought me to my knees, I forgive those who have wronged me. And accept judgemen...
