Angel of darkness

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.

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Good bye world.

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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.

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Someone is calling for me.

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Have they decided to finish me off?

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It's to late there is no saving me.

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I can feel something warm.

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something warm is going into my mouth.

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What is happening?

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I feel.

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I feel pain.

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Everything hurts again.

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someone holding me.

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I can feel the cold again.

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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.