It's Monday and everyone says I'm going to die on Sunday morning. As you can see I'm going to die in 1 week. I don't sleep because it's hard and I don't eat because I'm not aloud to. I haven't gone school in a while because of my illness and no one ever checks on me to see I'm ok. I have a family and a house and a room but I'm lock in it all the time. If my family go somewhere I'll be the one that is left alone. So basically I'm a loner.
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Brocken
Short StoryI have a week to live and and no one cares. No one checks on me. No one...helps me.
