The World I Live in.

YO~! This is a story I have been working on for the past few weeks! So please enjoy!

PROLOUGE:

          “Emi…” Everything around me became a light buzz. I felt my heart beat fasten as it tried to break free from its prison. My vision became blurry, my head spinning. My hand reached out to grip the chair as I tried to calm my racing heart. Something warm and wet slid down my cheeks, leaving a salty taste on my lips. I couldn’t breathe the air around me stiff and suffocating. Voices surrounded me, but I couldn’t make out their words.

          I tried to deny it, I wanted to. It just couldn’t be true! NO matter how much I tried to deny it, I knew deep down it was true: that I could do nothing to change this horrible truth. I kept telling myself this had to be some sick, twisted lie. It just had to be! I tried to convince myself with these words, but it was just denial.

          The cries of despair that filled the room seemed to echo all around me. I wish I could cry to, I wish I could scream all this pain in my heart away, as if it would wake me from this bad dream. Nothing could, I already knew that. This was reality, and nothing is every good.

          ‘Zoey’s dead, Emi. She was found in her bedroom, a pool of blood surrounding here.’

          A pang of pain shot through my heart as I replayed the memory. No one dared to say it out loud, that Zoey had actually committed suicide. They wanted to believe it was all just an accident. Let them live in their own little happy fantasies. I knew the truth. I knew she had finally found happiness away from all of this pain.

          Even so, I didn’t want to face the fact that my best friend was dead. It seemed so unreal to think that I’ll never talk to her ever again. I knew about her problems, I tried to help. My help didn’t help though; she just kept sinking into the darkness. I say ever cut she ever had, as she found happiness in her knife.

          I clenched m fist, just wanting the pain to go away. It never would, I knew this even now. I’ll become just like Zoey, all alone in this giant hole we call depression. Just fighting to survive ever night as the emptiness ate me alive. Fighting against all the emotions I felt inside. I’ll cry my bloody tears ever night until I can join Zoey.

          No one will notice: I’m for sure of this. I’ll put up an act, save my tars until the night. It would work, I’ll escape reality. I’ll escape to a place where Zoey is alive. No blood, no tears, no pain, only love and happiness. No scars along Zoey’s arms, no hole eating away at my heart. A dream I’ll live in forever until I’m in heaven, standing next to Zoey.

                So I know it is depressing, but have any of you read ‘winter girls’ by Laurie Anderson? Well, that’s where I got my inspiration! Well, hope you enjoyed!