I was lucky not to die in a lab explosion ten years ago.
In the last decade, I found out I cannot die. The trauma led me to many attempted suicides. Without thinking, I jumped out from the rooftop of the tallest building in the city. I woke up in a dumpster with no injuries a week later.
Having been searching for answers ever since, I had no hope for my fairy-tale ending. Living happily ever after was even a far-fetched dream.
Now I just needed to find my role in this world.
A hero or a villain?
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HOPELESS
Proză scurtăA collection of dark microfiction. It's Halloween season! Throughout October, I'll be posting a daily dose of my 31 mini stories. Please give it a read.
