Okay so I know I told you guys I had four blog posts written up but I've been trying to better my content and so I scrapped those ideas. I just started school so I've been a little behind in the reading department but I'm going to have a book done by Monday at the latest. In the meantime I've been thinking about writing short stories and see what you guys think. I have a horribly short attention span and so I haven't been able to stick with an idea long enough to finish writing a book but I thought I would try my hand at short story writing. Here it goes. Remember that it's my first short story.
The girl looked down at the water below. It's okay. A voice whispered in her head. One step forward and all the pain; all the suffering will be over. She felt one tear fall down her face. The voice was right, it always had been. When it told her in the fifth grade that all the fighting her parents were doing about her would cause them to split and it would be all her fault she had doubted it. But thn her parents had split, it was only for a little while but it still shook her to the core. When her Dad echoed words that the voice told her, or maybe the voice echoed her Dad, she didn't want to believe it. But soon she started to notice all the little thing. How people would only half listen to her, how people would talk about her behind her back, how nothing she ever did seemed to please everyone; everything she did seemed to mess everything up more and the voice became louder.
In Freshman year when the voice first told her that the world would be better off without her she brushed it aside. Sure she messed up but her parents and friends still loved her. Right?
But then the fights started getting worse. The hatred started to grow and no matter how many times her parents said 'I love you' she couldn't bring herself to believe it. And everytime her friends chose their boyfriends over her the furthur she fell into the pit she had found herself in.
When the voice first told her to hurt herself as a test to see if anyone would care enough to notice she scoffed. Of course people would notice. So she did, one cut across the wrist... then two... then three. No one noticed. But it felt good. No one cared about her pain, emotional or physical. So why not show her internal heartbreak on the outside? Why not show the world just how bad it had hurt her? So she did it again and again and again.
In Junior year when the voice again brought up how better the world would be without her she didn't brush it aside. She thought about it. She thought long and hard about it. Her parrents odviously wouldn't care and her friends, if they even thought of her like that, would get over it soon enough. Hers was one inconsequential life out of billions, it couldn't possibly matter that much.
That`s how she finds herself standing on the bridge at one in the morning. For a second she questions if this is the right choice, if this is what would really be best. The voice starts whisper words into her head. Bitch, Ass, Self-centered, Awful, Horrible Daughter, Dramatic, Attention Seeker, Hated, Brat, The Cancer of the Family. Her decision made she takes one final breath and steps over the edge.
I know that was deppressing you guys and I'm sorry. This is what happens when I write at 11 pm. I've kinda been in a dreary mood lately. This story is trying to show how much words can have an effect on people. You don't know how someone is feeling or what their life is like. Sometimes when people say hurtful things to someone, even in the heat of a fight, it can stick with them for year and haunt them. Just a reminder to think over your words carefully. If you guys think that was a bust and I shouldn't write short stories for the blog anymore then let me know. The same goes for if you liked it. I absolutly love feedback. Thank you you guys!
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