I didn't enter anything yesterday because I couldn't write. Hell, I couldn't see, and i was shaking to much to write. This is the news i was talking about. I got the call yesterday. It was about my mother and my sister. It was a hospital in South America. They said, and I'm quoting this.
'Hello ms Madelyn Chase. We have some bad news for you. As your mother and sister were traveling on a plane to Argentina, they experienced some bad weather. The pilot tried to get them out of the storm but a lightning bolt struck the plane killing them instantly. Then it crashed somewhere in the jungles down there. This is a message saying that there will be a funeral on July 19th if you can make it. If not, their bodies will be ashed and sent you. Good night.'
Thats why I couldn't write. And now, I'm totally and completely alone. Its okay though. I'm dying in less than a week. I know i said that i hated them but really i loved them. I want them back so much but its better this way. They won't have to live with my death. I have to endure final days with theirs. So, good night.
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Dead In 2 Months
Short Story16 year old, Madie Chase is counting down her days till suicide. She has it all planned out. She has the rope and the knife hidden in her house. Her days are numbered, but her thoughts are many. Those thoughts are of the 2 months left Excerpt: My mo...
