Short Story about a Girl Who Feels Lost and Lonely

A flash of white light. Then nothing. My thoughts start to slow. The sounds slip away. The burning sensation I’m concealed in starts to fade. My final thoughts before I black out is the time before you. Back when I was nothing. Nobody

Before…Years before...Before everything…

Before You…..

I slide into my English seat moments before the bell rings. My eyes flit from the blisters on my hand to the birds out the window. I envy them, the birds. I’m jealous of their freedom. I wish I could just fly away on a whim. But instead I’m stuck here. I’m stuck in a place that I, just like so many others, will simply fade into the woodwork. A place where no one really knows me and I really know no one.

By the time the bell finished ringing, I’m already half way down the hall. I throw smiles at the crying girls who have become my friends over the last four years. Them crying throws me into bewilderment. I’m so glad to be away from this hell-hole. I throw my locker contents in the trash. Now like the birds I’m free. Or as close to free as I will ever be. No more pretending I care. No more being force-fed how to think; how to act. No more trying to be someone I’m not.

I start my walk home, but soon I find myself in the woods near my house. I sit under a tree on limp needles. My already blistered hands begin pushing; peeling at the soft bark. I can almost hear the life pulsing through the tree. The woods are alive. Spirit runs through it as it used to run through me.

My hands fall to my lap. I glance at them. They are now bloody as well as blistered. Blistered from nights of beating the walls. Nights spent trying to relieve the pain that builds up in side. That eats away my will, and I spend every waking moment trying not to show.

I stand, wi...

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...on a rock that over hangs the brisk water. A breeze is starting to diffuse the humid summer air. The wind whips the hair against my cheeks, bringing tears to my eyes. I look out at a leaf falling through the air. It lands in the water, causing a stir of ripples.

It’s starting to get dark out. The full moon is reflecting on the river. Above me two squirrels are fighting over an acorn. I slowly drift off to the sound of the running water.

I wake up to tapping on my shoulder. I open my eyes and squint in the harsh sunlight. I’m lying against the rock overlooking the river still. I sit up and look at who tapped me. He’s looking straight into my face

“Oh thank God, I thought you were dead,” He stated. He looked familiar. He had brown shaggy hair and eyes so dark they were almost black.

“No, I just fell asleep.” I sit up and he sat next to me. He held out his hand.

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