Short stories- i have never written short stories before…

She runs. Runs away, runs from herself, trying to lose herself. She wants to die. She wants to leave the world, see what it feels like to be nothing. She has no friends.

Her family abandoned her, given up hope already. But she knows she can’t kill herself. Not under close watch of the nurses. She shudders, and then murmers, “i’m crazy. i deny it, but i know i am.” She laugh bitterly, then starts screaming, “i’m crazy! i’m crazy, dammit!” Her screams turn into sobs as nurses run to her, calm her. They give her sedatives, and she feels herself drifting away…

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By thejustine

i hate things. im... messed.