Ever thought that no one really cares about you?
Like, you imagine what would happen if you died- would people come to your funeral? Would they cry?
My Funeral
I think that my family and friends would be notified by invitation. But I think everyone else would discover later.
Like, "oh she died. How?"
Some might miss me but in the scale of things, they probably won't.
Maybe it will pop up in their facebook feeds- "Clarissa Harding has passed away." (Because that could be possible in future facebook.)
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The pews are lined with few mourners. The coffin is covered with various coloured flowers; the colours clashing harshly with the mood of the room.
The scattered mourners are focused on the coffin and the speakers. Some are looking at the fly on the wall.
Like the fly is more interesting that the funeral.
Or it could be seem that they need a distraction- my death is so terrible the fly is the only thing making their life more bearable.
But I think that it is the former.
"Why am I here? I can't even remember this chick. Oh look a fly..."
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I don't know why but that is what I feel.
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Dark Thoughts
Teen FictionSome thoughts that tend to come and go. Not necessarily uplifting either. Bits and pieces of the mind- my own mind. A series of short chapters that may or may not connect. Rated MATURE as this story may contain themes that may upset or trigger rea...
