𝓶𝓲𝓻𝓻𝓸𝓻𝓼 🏹 [short story]

IV

"We gotta get away from here"

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Aug 22nd, 2017

Dear diary,

I want him to take me away. Now.

I don't want to be here anymore.
I hate living like this. I hate living.

Why is everything so heavy?

I hate myself. I hate the world I'm living in. I hate feeling this way. I hate being ugly. I hate those who have the strength to smile every day, and I hate myself for hating them.
I'm no hero, I'm no superhuman. I'm no one. I'm nothing.

If only I could fly,
I'd fly away from here, I'd go to a place no one knows, so I'd never be found. Nobody would even look for me anyway, but at least I'd be somewhere nice.
And most importantly, I'm sure I'd be happy.

It'd be the first time for me to be happy.
Sounds crazy, uh? "Me" and "happy" in the same sentence look like an oxymoron.

Sadly, I have no wings, just chains that keep me here on earth. The only way I can escape is to erase myself. It's my only option and hope.

I

think I'll give a name to the mirror boy: Peter.

Like Peter Pan took Wendy to Neverland, I want that boy to do the same.

Neverland is nowhere to be seen, right? Then, that is my destination, my most important and only life goal.

Hand in hand, we can fly there. We don't need wings for that. It only takes little courage.

So please, mirror boy, take my life, take me away.
I'm begging you.

Yours,
Jo.