Promise*

by InLoVe N eNgAgEd   Feb 28, 2005


Phone in one hand, knife in the other. She cries as she talks to him on the phone. "I hate life! I'm so sick of everything!" she tells him. "Don't hurt yourself, please! I love you and would die without you." he says in return. There's a long pause, he asks is she's OK?. She replies "Yea. I wont do anything. I didn't think anyone cared.Thank you for showing me some one does." She puts down the knife and promises herself not to pick it up again, for it will hurt him and don't want to do that.

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