Closet Story

March 9, 2011
By quietgirl SILVER, Jacksonville, Florida
quietgirl SILVER, Jacksonville, Florida
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Favorite Quote:
C'est la vie.
Love is a fragile thing, and sometimes we are not it's best caretakers. All we can do is muddle through it, and hope that this fragile thing lasts.

She clutched her knees tightly to her chest. Her mind, a rumbling thunderstorm of thoughts, hinging with manipulate ideas. She pulled back her sleeve to reveal several tiny, neat scars. Gently the girl touched each one, remembering what had hurt her that time. She swallowed down the tears she could feel coming, and reached for the cold, dark pistol, that she stole from her never reappearing father. Pressing the barrel to her heart so broken; cloudy she counted to three. There was a shot; then she was no more

The author's comments:
It's one of the first short-stories I started writing.

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