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The letters had been finished and stacked into a neat pile, their desolate contents masked with a bright ribbon. Pill bottles of all shapes and sizes littered the floor, the plastic bones making the once neat floor treacherous to walk across. Alcohol sloshed out of the bottle, soaking an already damp shirt. Tears were nothing new to the girl, and she ignored them, tossing back the last of the aspirin left in the bathroom. Black swam across her vision as the multitude of pills began to take effect. A wave of anger and fear crashed over her, and before she could second guess it, the glass bottle was shattering against the wall. Fragments rained to the floor, mixing with yellow plastic and discarded notes. Slender fingers stretched out, grasping the floor for the perfect piece to satisfy her final craving for scarlet. The silence around her smothered the last lingering hopes that someone, anyone, would care enough to just come home, and with a final agonizing cry, she dragged the shard of glass down her forearm. …show more content…
She stared in morbid fascination at her life draining away, violent sobs ceasing at the sight of each bloody drop. The blood soon coated her artist’s hands, then her leg, and finally the carpet underneath her. Realizing this was it, all the pain was finally going to be over, that no one would ever be able to throw cruel remarks her way again, she stretched out on the floor of her room, spreading her arms out in a twisted version of a snow angel. Red soaked the carpet, faster than she dared hope and dared believe, and letting out a twisted laugh, she sent one final ‘fuck you’ to all those who had said she was too weak to do anything for
She thought about her family, and the neighbors, and the town, and the dogs next door, and everyone and everything she has ever met or seen. As she began to cry harder, she looked out the window at the stores and buildings drifting past, becoming intoxicated suddenly with the view before her. She noticed a young woman at the bus stop, juggling her children on one side of her, shielding them from the bus fumes.
Her eyes were heavy, her body weak. As she crawled into the bathroom two feet away, Abby felt her body slowly succumbing to the numbness. All of her pain would be gone in less than 10 minutes, so why would she want to turn back? What about the senior trip Abby had planned with her best friend? What about the chair at the dinner table that would now be vacant? A couple of hours later Abby’s family came home from her little sister’s soccer game. Little did they know what they would find as they approached the top of the stairs. Her little sister, Ali, stood still as she looked down at her feet. There on the cold floor lay her big sister, her role model, and her super hero. Ali was crushed when she saw the pill bottle in her hand and the pale color of her skin. Her mom fell to her knees screaming and crying, wondering where she
Her lungs burnt and her breath caught in her throat. Every second she wasted was a second closer to losing him. Then she saw him, a distorted shadow in the moonlight. She cried out his name again through chapped lips. Tears pooled in her eyes, like a gentle ocean resembling her bleeding heart. Mascara smudged around her cheeks like charcoal. She stumbled forwards, her legs threatening to give way. Rough edged rocks tore at her clothes, slashing her trousers like something in a horror movie. But she had to keep going. After all they had been through, she couldn’t lose him now. Not
Billy Thompson and Sam Westfield were similar in many ways. Since a young age they both has excelled at sports and both loved more then anything, the sport of football. While growing up, the boys did not know each other and probably thought they would never have too. But all of that changed with the diagnosis.
As the dizziness of Vodka washed over Scarlett’s brain. Sebastian’s image washed over Molly’s. It was Molly’s first time at a party like this, after all she did like her innocent reputation. Scarlett however was not a newcomer to highschool parties that ended in vomit, her rebellion wouldn’t let her miss a single party all summer and she decided that this time she’d drag Molly down with her. Scarlett stood suddenly, where is Zavier anyway? Her boyfriend had been missing for about an hour and being drunk wouldn’t help him stay faithful, Scarlett tried to move forward but her legs felt like jello and she fell over on to the floor. Spontaneous laughter sounded from her as she realized she had fallen, Molly laughed as well as she stood to help her friend from the floor.
A tiny white and gold teacup hopped across the floor, towards Clary who gathered her skirts kneeling down so that she could reach it and took a sip. The liquid slid down her throat, instantly it felt warm and soothing, as it began to melt her cold insides and calmed her stressed out mind and body from all of the events which occurred just a few moments prior.
A calm crisp breeze circled my body as I sat emerged in my thoughts, hopes, and memories. The rough bark on which I sat reminded me of the rough road many people have traveled, only to end with something no one in human form can contemplate.
She returned to the couch and picked her phone up off the carpet. It was mid-afternoon. It was also Thursday. She had missed her only two classes for that day. She also had about thirty unread text messages. She didn't both to check any of them as she remembered why she had been drinking. She put her phone down and put both hands to her face. A surge of emotions swelled within her, more unpleasant than the bile had been earlier. She laid back down on the couch and resolved not to get up again for anything. Then her stomach grumbled.
One day, Nancy saw her parents crying and she had never seen them cry before. They dropped Linh and her off at one of their friend’s houses. Nancy got mad because she thought they were going shopping and didn’t take her with them. Now, she realizes that they went to make funeral arrangements for her grandmother.
The brunette drank wine straight from the bottle as Netflix played in the background and she scrolled through her phone, going through her contacts in hopes of finding someone to talk to. It was a Friday, her first one back, and to spend it alone at home would be doing herself a disservice. Not here, had a baby, moved, started doing drugs - there was one reason or another why she passed by each person, but when a familiar name came up she had to
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Swoosh the wind went and flipped Mako’s pages in his Journal that his grandfather gave him. Dear Grandfather it has been 15 year now since you were gone. I have a wife now. Also I have a son his name is Amen. He is just like you who always has a story to tell . He is 5 years old.Another thing Afa died 8 years ago I hope you can see him one day.Mako put his journal down and he told Amen to come and pick fruit with he .SPLASH,SPLASH Mako got into his canoe with Amen.
School (ugh) I have been through a lot of it and I still have more to go (ugh). I started school when I turned 2 almost 3 years old. My first year at school was at my church, the program was called “moms and tots” the year after we tried to do “moms and tots” and a preschool called “teddy bears” at the Central High school but doing both did not really work so we just stuck with “teddy bears” for a school year. Like a regular school year, starts in the fall ends in the spring. The year after I attended VPK for another school year at my elementary school called Chocachatti. I continued through Chocachatti till the very end.
The aromas of ink and paper filled my senses, I was printed on a square sheet of paper, other bills surrounded me. I suddenly had become aware that I had been created. I was filled with thoughts of being free and happy, but then I realized I couldn’t move or talk. I would forever be passed around, under the control of someone who didn’t know I had thoughts. I would never be able to have a word, give my opinion, I would only be able to exist. My thoughts were quickly put aside when I saw the blade coming down. It sliced through the sheet of paper I was connected to, I could feel the panic of the other bills. Then I felt the pain, the excruciating pain, I could feel the fibers in the paper being sliced. I was separated from my fellow brethren,