I'm Kara, I'm 16 years old. I'm the typical teenager; I have friends, I do my homework, do things I know I'm not supposed to do. But I felt an empty hole inside me, a dark, endless abyss, of nothing but thoughts that only existed in my head. All fiction, dark, depressing thoughts that told everyone to stay away from me, to keep a distance from me, as if these thoughts were contagious. Are they contagious? my mind wandered, thinking about how they thought I was mad. Am I mad? The thoughts started to take over my life, as less and less people talked to me, avoiding eye contact in the halls, walking past me, like I'm invisible. Am I invisible? Do I stand out? I lied in my bed, these thoughts getting into my brain, keeping me up at night, making me more of the monster inside than I was before. Then, the stares from across the hall, and whispers behind my back. Stay away from her, I hear she thinks about death and crap, I wouldn't want that rubbing off on you, then you'll be like that freak. I sat in the bathroom stalls, thinking about how stupid they must be, thinking I couldn't hear them, how stupid everyone is, to think I can't notice the little things, like stares and picking me out from a crowd of people exactly like me. I didn't understand, doesn't everyone have these thoughts at one time? I'd never know, for my 17th birthday didn't reach me. The pills and razor stopped my heart faster than you can whisper freak. How am I able to tell you this? Well, I'm what everyone thought I was, invisible.
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Short Stories
Short StorySometimes I feel like I need to write a short story, just to get out what I feel. Here is what I like to write down. :)
