Prompt: A new Life | Word count: 1000 | Genre: Mystery
I am writing this because I do not know what else to do. I’ve been trying in many other ways but it just doesn’t work. I figure I’ll write and maybe someone will read this. Maybe someone knows this feeling, someone to find and save me. I don’t know anymore. Everyday I’ve been writing on a rock that is so cold and it’s quite painful and uncomfortable. Sometimes I don’t have anything to write with, so I hurt myself, and write with blood. But I will never stop, because this is my proof. If someone reads it. And I truly hope someone will. Because, what’s the point otherwise?
What happened that day, the exact words and feelings in my head were…