November 11
I like being alone but not like this.
Trapped.
Trapped.
Trapped.
Like a fish on a hook.
Like a deer with a bullet through its neck.
Like a bear with its paw in a trap.
But I'm still breathing.
My heart still pounds.
The blood still pulses.
I wish it would stop.
I wish it was on the ground.
I wish I could feel it.
Wet.
Warm.
Sticky.
YOU ARE READING
The Fourth Notebook
Teen FictionFour teens, one hospital. Meet Cody, Grace, James, and Emma. Each is in the long term ward for different reasons. Grace is afflicted with brain tumors. Cody is a drug addict. James is suicidal. And Emma? Well for now I'll tell you she's... special. ...
