I went for a walk on the beach on a cold autumn day. I had nothing else to do with my time. I usually don't, since I have no friends. I just recently moved here, and
already everyone hates me. Everyday thoughts of suicide pass through my head. I dare not to attempt them although. I kicked a stone across the empty beach shore. The wind brew through my hair,
sending chills down my spine. I'm pale, I have green eyes and jet black hair. My hair kept blowing in my face, but I couldn't do anything about it. Many thoughts crossed my mind, asking why am I
still here? Is god real? Am I real? Am I just a play toy? Does my misery pleasure someone? These questions will never be answered cause I dare not ask anyone them. Everyone's eyes when they look
at me are full of hatred. The tide was starting to come in. I saw something wash up upon the shore, I went over and picked it up. It was a mannequin doll hand. It didn't feel like one. I continued
walking. Along the shore was a dead body, I soon realized, I was holding the hand of the body, I screamed and dropped the hand, I ran up the beach, I tripled and fell. My heart pounding and
suddenly it stopped. I was laying on the shore slowly dying. Soon enough there was two bodies discovered on the shore that day, Mine and a young girl who went missing 2 years ago. No one dares set
foot on that beach anymore. There eyes filled with fright now, their hatred gone. I pity those who are foolish enough to dare set foot on this beach again.
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