This is the end. I'm so pathetic, I can't believe I got myself into this mess. How could I be so stupid?
At least my final look at this world is pretty. A rich orange sunset. The sun's rays passing through the dormant trees.
It's freezing. I can't move any more. At least I can't feel the pain anymore. The ones that attached me are gone so I get to pass in peace.
They say before you die your live passes in front of your eyes. I've lived more in the past three months then I have in the rest of my life. I've made friends and enemies. I even fell in love. Although I couldn't just confess my feelings. I wonder if he will ever understand how I feel. . .
I can't feel the frozen leaves under me or the tree that I'm laying against. It's almost as if I'm floating in space. I can still hear the icy stream I crossed. My body is totally numb. . .
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I can't keep my eyes open any more.
. . .
Good bye world.
. . .
I can't open my eyes anymore. I can't feel my body. Am I dead yet?
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I hear my name.
...
Someone is calling for me.
. . .
Have they decided to finish me off?
. . .
It's to late there is no saving me.
. . .
I can feel something warm.
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something warm is going into my mouth.
. . .
What is happening?
. . .
I feel.
. . .
I feel pain.
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Everything hurts again.
. . .
someone holding me.
. . .
I can feel the cold again.
. . .
the warm liquid still flows into my mouth.
It's warm, and sweet.
I can feel my body waking up.
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My eyes open.
Everything is blurry.
it's dark.
I see a familiar paleface.
I must be hallucinating...
Red eyes.
Black hair.
My eyes close again.
I continue to drink.
I feel like I'm wrapped in a blanket made of feathers.
I feel.
I feel safe in your arms.
My sweet hallucination.
My angel of darkness.
You have saved my life.
Now I will rest in your arms.
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About 3 months ago.
Dear diary,
I'm Maire Knight. I'm 17 years old soon to be 18. I'm 4 foot 9 inches. I am curvey, with an athletic build. My hobbies are climbing, jogging, and art. I have shoulder length black and purple hair, green eyes and an amazing smile. And of course I'm writing this because I have no one to talk to about this.
I have spent the last 3 hours picking out my outfits for the first week of school. Well my first week. It's after September so, I'm getting a late start but I finally convinced my parents to let me go to school. I wanted a public school, it looks so fun, but my parents instead on private school or homeschooling. So I'm getting all packed up and ready to go. I won't be back till Christmas. I didn't even realize boarding schools was still a thing. That will only be for a week if their not busy with work. My mother is a fashion designer, and my father does something with the government. I'm an only child, and almost grown. they have been focusing a lot on their careers. My parents and I aren't really close, but I feel like I know what they are thinking. It's made getting my way easier. The name of the school is Moonbeam Academy. It sounds pretty, it's deep in the woods in another country. I got my plan ticket and everything I need I'm so excited. I get to travel a around the world. the school looks magical. I'll finally be able to make friends and hangout out side. I might even fall in love.
"Maire! Your ride is here bring down your luggage." My mother called.
I finally get to leave this porcelain prison.
My life starts today.