She closed the door, sat on her bed, flooded with all the dark emotions. Wondering how she end up in this situation. Death was the only escape route she knew. She took the bottle of Phenyl in her hand, opened the cork and smelled it. It smelled like the final closure to all the miseries and traps she had fallen into. While holding the poison, her hand was not shaking. It was firm. She was determined to drink every single drop. She didn't want to screw up the final act. She took the bottle near her lips. Mumbled "I hate you" and tilted the bottle.
Ding-dong... The door bell rang...
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Love Trust and Betrayal
Short StoryThis story is about Ashley who belongs to a conservative family. The story goes around her new life when she went to college. ****** "I trusted you. But now your words mean nothing to me,cause your action spoke the truth..."
