This is a little kind of... story? I guess. Its just something I pass the time with so if I stop writing, and آپ want to read more, leave a تبصرہ and request it.I'll write another story I suppose, one to fit a request if you'd like.

Suicide Notes

The pen slid across the paper, leaving a trail of black ink as Elizabeth scratched her name into the closing of one of her many suicide notes. Except this one was diffrent, she planned on carring out this one.
After slideing her چھری across her finger and letting blood drops fall on the letter for a few seconds, she left it on her بستر and slipped...