!TW!: Childhood trauma, drunk people, and dying. Low self esteem. Suicidal actions, thoughts, and a failed attempt at committing. Murder.
Suck it up, he said to me when my mom died.
Suck it up, he said to me when my best friend died.
Suck it up, he said to me when he took all of his anger out on me when he was drunk.
Suck it up, he said to me when I told him that I didn't want to live anymore.
Suck it up, he said.
Suck it up, I said to myself when I looked in the mirror and wondered how much time I had left.
Suck it up, I said to myself when the only person that I had left in this world left me.
Suck it up, I said as he fell asleep on the floor after he got too drunk.
Suck it up, I said when I finally felt the relief of the cool blade of the knife touching against my skin.
Suck it up, I said.
Finally, I said as I felt myself drifting away from this terrible world.
Finally.
No, I said as I felt myself being lifted by the paramedics into the ambulance.
No.
Why, I said as I was finally recovered, when I had to go back to living with him. The man who killed my mom. The man who shows no sympathy. The man who killed my best friend. But of course, it was all an accident, right? Right? That's what the problem is, in this foul, foul world. You don't know exactly what is the truth or not. You just have to go with your first instinct and roll with it. So that's what I did.
Suck it up, I said to him as I saw the light leave his eyes, knowing that I was the one to cause it.
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scary/sad short stories
Cerita Pendekso basically this is my first time writing so if anybody has an tips then feel free to comment. :) this is basically going to be a book about, well, scary or sad short stories. bye, and enjoy.
