It had been three days since I had stabbed myself in the chest. I'd been boarding a train to Vienna, and had seen a pair of young lovers canoodling; and yes, you must be thinking, this is pure overreaction- a significant moment of drama; to inflict pain and of course, pain of great measures, as a reaction to a display of love and true affection. To that I say. You have never felt lack of love in the ways I had.

It is of course, purely predictable for someone of my own being and just a girl, to react in such vicious ways as this. This is where the story starts.


xo

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a short based on this comment:

"screaming, crying, throwing up, stabbing myself, stabbing someone else, getting caught, going to jail, orchestrating an elaborate jail break, succeeding, changing my identity, now on the run, joining a motley circus crew, getting recognised on a train travelling to  Switzerland, train chase, being flung from a moving carriage, dying, coming back to life, jumping off a cliff to evade arrest."

{in reaction to a heart warming scene of a book, January 2023}

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