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Creative Writing: Why Are You Slaughter

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Why are you laughing?”
“Don’t you see?!” She replied almost screaming. I could only manage to shake my head, and she did the same.
“It is such a funny thing.” Her laughter continued to shake her body as she gripped the bat just a little harder.
“What is?” I replied, still confused.
“Death, my dear! What an absolutely hilarious occurrence. We are practically teased with it our entire lives. I’m sure you can recall being warned about it on a daily basis from our parents and guardians, in fear that they might lose us, but what is the point really? We’re all to die eventually anyway.”
A shot of anger rushed through my veins which caused my face to turn hot and I could not sit any longer. “So this is your answer, to simply end it all?!” “We all die for something darling, why not make it our own choice? Why should we simply sit back and wait?”
I almost felt guilty for raising my voice, but I wasn’t ready to back down. “To live Lilly. To wake up to a sunrise with the person you want to spend the rest of your life with, to feel the pride of accomplishing something you’ve worked on for years, to breath air of new places, to experience being a parent even. Live, if for nothing else, for …show more content…

“Then why don’t you just let yourself feel them?”
“That, my dear, is much worse than any exhaustion I could ever feel. I have no desire to revisit that.”
A single light bulb turned on inside of my empty mind, and I decided that it was all or nothing now, so I used the last idea I had left.
“Try.”
“Did you not hear a single thing I said?” She asked with a smile.
“Try, for me. Please. I’ll be here if you choose to want me to be, and if not then I guess you are already close enough to the edge to do what you had intended to do when you climbed up here in the first place.”
I could see her attempting to process her thoughts as her eyes diverted away from mine, and violently across the scenery as

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