He kissed آپ slowly, and the feeling of love drowned your senses. A hug. A kiss. And آپ went further on.
آپ walk home, feeling amazing, beautiful, wonderful and every other feeling of happiness and love. The sky seems full of joy and the blue is blinding. The clouds have mixed shapes and sizes, each much مزید different than the other.
آپ enter your room and sit at the warmest corner in your room and smile at the thoughts of that special someone. Then your eyes blacken out.
Death. Hate. Depression. Bitterness. Sorrow. Murder.
آپ shake your head at the thoughts and push try to push them out. A feeling of emptiness fills your inner soul. آپ grab the چھری under your بستر from when آپ were eating تربوز, واٹرمیلاون and stick it in your back pocket.
A strong urge fills you. آپ can’t control it. آپ walk out your door and towards the person آپ love.
He is texting his friend about how much he loves you. آپ lift the چھری into the air and try to hold back. آپ fingers cringe, trying to press the چھری against his neck.
آپ feel the guilt slipping through your ears and cool off your neck. آپ let out a quiet sigh and smile. آپ are glad that آپ didn’t kill. آپ slowly lose grip of the چھری and it slips out of your fingers, landing on his shoulder and gracefully gliding down his arm. A long scar scrapes his arm and the چھری is stuck at the very end.
He falls down to the floor and looks around wildly to find the person in charge. His eyes fill with tears and disappoint when he sees that آپ are the cause of this. A twisted frown of hatred fills his expression.
آپ begin to cry and find a way to apologize for the harm just caused.
“I’m sorry.” آپ whisper and cry a lot more.
He gives a glare.
“How could you?” He slowly stutters.
“I didn’t mean to. I don’t know.” آپ whisper.
His eyes begin to blink quickly, دکھانا he would be gone any second.
آپ run to his side and kiss his lifeless lips.
“I’m sorry. I love you.” آپ say slyly and step away from the body.
آپ walk home, feeling amazing, beautiful, wonderful and every other feeling of happiness and love. The sky seems full of joy and the blue is blinding. The clouds have mixed shapes and sizes, each much مزید different than the other.
آپ enter your room and sit at the warmest corner in your room and smile at the thoughts of that special someone. Then your eyes blacken out.
Death. Hate. Depression. Bitterness. Sorrow. Murder.
آپ shake your head at the thoughts and push try to push them out. A feeling of emptiness fills your inner soul. آپ grab the چھری under your بستر from when آپ were eating تربوز, واٹرمیلاون and stick it in your back pocket.
A strong urge fills you. آپ can’t control it. آپ walk out your door and towards the person آپ love.
He is texting his friend about how much he loves you. آپ lift the چھری into the air and try to hold back. آپ fingers cringe, trying to press the چھری against his neck.
آپ feel the guilt slipping through your ears and cool off your neck. آپ let out a quiet sigh and smile. آپ are glad that آپ didn’t kill. آپ slowly lose grip of the چھری and it slips out of your fingers, landing on his shoulder and gracefully gliding down his arm. A long scar scrapes his arm and the چھری is stuck at the very end.
He falls down to the floor and looks around wildly to find the person in charge. His eyes fill with tears and disappoint when he sees that آپ are the cause of this. A twisted frown of hatred fills his expression.
آپ begin to cry and find a way to apologize for the harm just caused.
“I’m sorry.” آپ whisper and cry a lot more.
He gives a glare.
“How could you?” He slowly stutters.
“I didn’t mean to. I don’t know.” آپ whisper.
His eyes begin to blink quickly, دکھانا he would be gone any second.
آپ run to his side and kiss his lifeless lips.
“I’m sorry. I love you.” آپ say slyly and step away from the body.
I live in my opinion possibly the most ghetto town in the United States, Pittsburgh. People have been committing suicide all over town. Population all over town has been decreasing, fast. Some of my دوستوں were so depressed that they were thinking about "joining the crowd". I wouldn't live without my friends. I don't want my دوستوں to go as well as my mom and dad. Yes, I'm an orphan. I've been an orphan for about three weeks. My دوستوں have disappeared. I think they went to Clarion; but I could be wrong. There have been tons of fights at my school. Most of the people that were committing suicide were middle school and high school aged. I was getting really tired really fast. I climbed up in a درخت and found a comfortable spot and fell asleep. اگلے thing I knew, I was tied up on a pole.
Sorry for cliffhangers....
Sorry for cliffhangers....