Personal Narrative Fiction

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“Why am I here? It feels as if I’m living inside a dark room with no windows, no doors, no light. I can barely see myself, let alone find a way out!” I cried to myself, taking a step closer to the edge of the cliff.
“Wait,” a tiny voice said.
I looked around to find where the voice came from. I could see a tall brown-haired girl coming towards me.
“Don’t do it, trust me—”
“You can’t talk me out of this, okay?” I said fast, interrupting her. “No one understands what I’m going through. I feel like a ghost, not part of the real world. Every day, my chest feels so heavy, it pulls me down. A few years ago, my aunt committed suicide. I wasn’t sad because she died, I was sad because I was jealous that she got to die and I didn’t. My mom left me on the streets when I was fourteen. I can never look at myself in the mirror anymore; my own mom didn’t want me! I am in my own box, banging on the walls to get out and get attention to the world that’s going about their daily lives without me. The problem is that no one knows I’m trapped and no one can hear me. I’m trying to breathe while being suffocated.” …show more content…
. . ,” she paused. “I grew up on the streets. I have harmed myself, and I do know what you’re going through. You know, I was in the same position as you last month, standing right here,” she said pointing to the tallest point of the cliff. “Thinking to myself exactly what you are. Am I worthy enough to live? I’m a waste of time. I was trying to breathe while being suffocated. Everything you’re going through, I went through, but you know how I got over it? I definitely didn’t get help from anyone else because I don’t have anyone else. I got over it myself,” she said while her tears were racing down her

Personal Narrative Fiction

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