Too Late To Call 911i.Too Late To Call 911 in Short Stories More Like This
Make a Y-shaped incision from my shoulder blades down to my pubic bone. Reflect the skin back over my face and remove my breastplate. You'll find there's a splinter of a rib embedded in the left atrium of my heart and one lung is decompressed pointing to possible signs of cause of death. I wish I could tell the M.E. our separation was the primary cause of death and the explosion inside my ribcage was only due to my heart trying to burst out and latch onto yours. But I can no longer speak and nobody ever heard me anyways and my heart was never strong enough for yours.
Next remove my skull cap and gently remove my brain from within my skull. You'll be able to clearly see there is significant blunt force trauma to my hippocampus on my temporal lobe. After she left, I tried to make the memories leave with her so I scratched and scratched at the soft tissue of my brain but only permanently damaged my long-term memory from then on. She went from everything I wanted to forget to all I
Anorexia Never Felt So Righti.Anorexia Never Felt So Right in Short Stories More Like This
I haven't eaten in days and I'm feeling a bit out of place, but no need to worry, we're just moving at a very different pace.
I tried telling you that I haven't been well and everything's coming to a standstill but you didn't seem to care as you just stood still and flicked aside my words like they were bullets aimed for your chest. You told me you didn't like talking about these things and I thought with me that maybe it would be different but I guess I'm nothing more than any other person that's passed you by. A hello, how are you like you give a fuck but you always leave before I can ever reply and I'm left whispering goodbye.
It's now a quarter past ten and my stomach's telling me I should feed it something but that's the whole reason I got into this position in the first place. I like to believe that some people can tell when you're just not right but I must be wrong because I've yet to find a single person that can see that I'm falling apart quicker than the words com
Pick Me Aparti. I want to take a hammer and chisel to my chest and crack open my sternum. Hopefully my ribs will splinter and my lungs will cave in.Pick Me Apart in Short Stories More Like This
ii. I'm going to take scissors to my veins and snip at them so I can rewire my body how I see fit. Maybe I just want to feel in control for once.
iii. I think I might want to become a doctor so I can learn what it's like to operate on someone besides myself and see how somebody is really supposed to look like on the inside. I pick at my insides every once in a while and although I'm not sure, I have a feeling I'm missing something.
iv. More than anything I want to become a chemist so I can create a drug more powerful than heroin because it just doesn't cut it anymore. The needle marks aren't too comforting and bring up questions I would rather not answer. I used to hate the way I feel but now I just want to be comatose and I love the way I numb.
v. I wish I knew how my brain worked so then maybe I could reprogram it like the time I rebooted my lapto
Perfection's UnattainableI'm not perfect [not even close] and neither are you, so correct your own faults before you try and criticize mine.Perfection's Unattainable in Philosophical More Like This