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Weekly Contest #271
This story contains these sensitive topics, Suicidal ideation, Foul Language, Substance abuse My head bumps the bus window sharply, startling me awake. The glass is cold, and the night air outside has a bite to it. My headphones make my ears burn a bit, but I don't want to stop listening to music. I take my dirty blonde hair out of its ponytail and slip the elastic on my wrist.The head bash has good timing though; it's my stop. I pick up my bag and step off. The short walk I spend going over my plan: eat, write my goodbye texts, take a bath,...
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I take in a cold breath to steady myself as the crowd around me quietly chants. "10...9...8...7" "8 months, 7 days" I whisper under my breath. My private count this last year. "6... 5... 4...3..." "251 days altogether" The metal of my necklace feels like ice. "2... 1! Happy New Year!" The 20 or so with me on this cold rock cheer. "252...." I finally breathe out. 8 months, 8 days, since Mom passed. Day 1 of learning to live for Me. I look up at the stars. These past few months, I haven't been doing well. My apartment is littered with ...
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