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"I've lived a good life. I can finally die without regrets.",These was the last sentence Jeanne heard before her eyelids fluttered open. It had all been a dream. A dream she so badly wanted to be reality because,no, she had not lived a good life. Her life was far from good. She sighed, taking deep breaths in and releasing them.
Once,she had tried to stab herself with a kitchen knife but realized that the pain from that would be extreme. She didn't want to experience anymore physical pain than the little ones she randomly inflicted on herself. Her parents were alive,her brothers too. To the outside world, she had no reason for being depressed and wanting to leave the land of the living. Jeanne herself, didn't know why she felt this way. Her family had absolutely loved her, loved her to the point it hurts. But that wasn't enough to scare away the beautiful feeling of death. It itched her skin so bad to experience this.
It was 7 in the morning, she had school. Jeanne didn't like school,she despised it. She has no friends, didn't need them. She was comfortable in her own world,staring blankly at the sky or reading books. Sometimes, Jeanne thought she inherited this feeling of nothingness from the book characters she read about. They were lonely,had noone to see they were lonely and died in their loneliness. Jeanne didn't quite consider herself lonely. To Jeanne, Friends were just people looking forward to your failure so they can pretend to be there for you. She cringed. The thought of having one was repulsive. With a curse from between her lips,she rose up from the chair she had fallen asleep in,the night before. Her school started by 8AM and it was 7:25AM.
"Great", she muttered. She was sure she was going to be late. Undressing and walking straight to the bathroom,she stopped at the mirror to spy her reflection. She looked like shit. Anything better than that and she'd be worried. She had dark circles underneath her eyes. Her hair looked like a bird's nest and the corner of her eyes crinkled with tears.
Tears. They seemed like a normal, day to day action her body tended to produce. Jeanne didn't cry. She'd never admit or say she did. Her body just produced it on their own will.
Her body? She loathed it. A messed up life she lived.
Jeanne had her bath and brushed her teeth,wore her uniform and shoes. She was ready for school. Jeanne walked out of her room to meet an empty house. Her parents had left for work without waking her up and her brothers,in college. With a look back at the interior part of the house, she walked out of the house to school.
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