Madonna Garrett
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22 year old. I write for fun.
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The letter to my killer.
Two shattered wine glasses were the last thing I remembered before you killed me. I want to start by saying fuck you, fuck you for doing this to me. I have to sit here and watch life just move on as I mourn, and you? You get to live all of your dreams. You didn't have to do this to me. I didn't get to ask why. I didn't cry or beg for my life. You took that from me. My death may come as a surprise for my family because they all know the “good” side of you; they never met the side I saw that night.
By Madonna Garrett4 years ago in Fiction
The ultimate betrayal
My dark grey eyes, white wiry hair, and pale skin were enough to make me not the best looking. On top of that everyone thought I was creepy, Creepy Luna became my nickname. I didn’t mind though, I always felt like I shouldn’t be in this town. There was only one person I cared for there, Lucas. We went to the same school but he was a grade above me. He would walk through the halls waving at everyone, the girls would swoon over him. I wondered if it was because of his bouncy, brown curly hair and seductive blue eyes.
By Madonna Garrett4 years ago in Horror
Lets be real here
During the pandemic,I have been through hell, literally. It has been the most draining two years of my life. The days have seemed like a broken record, repeating and repeating. I have lost touch with reality and most importantly, my own sense of happiness. I wish I could turn back time, or I could just fast forward past this. However, I know that I can’t. I think of this often, knowing that many others feel the same. I wish time would slow down for me or at least let me gather my feelings and get my head in the right space. My twenties, my prime years, are starting to feel like a waste. I am approaching the middle of these “prime years” and have not experienced much except being terrified every time I leave my home. Where has this left my mental health? In shambles. So here I am, being mentally beaten up by the thoughts in my head and physically in pain from constantly lying in bed and worrying. I am sick and tired of being beaten up, aren't we all?
By Madonna Garrett4 years ago in Motivation
