The girl whose name she'd rather never anyone say again, the face she wish would never again appear somewhere in the mind of a person that never actually cared, never really gave a fuck. She thinks she'll do it... not yet, tho.
She's that girl you see in your class, not the most popular but also not the quiet one. She would give you her homework answers but she only does it sometimes. The girl that laughs with her group of friends. She's okay you think, actually you've never wondered if she's okay or not. You've never asked, because why would you? She seems fine, right? She's average looking, she's not in your top five prettiest girls in the class but she also wouldn't be at the end of the list, or would she? Anyways, it doesn't matter. It does not, because when she died. Well, she in fact did not die. But if she did, she would never leave your mind, at least not in that classroom. You'd turn your head the slightest and see that chair, you would see that fucking chair and think of her. You would not be able to stop your mind from wondering what was going on in her head and thinking that if you just wasn't so damn indifferent about her, if you just asked if she was okay..
Well, it's too late for that.
YOU ARE READING
emptiness
Short Story,,You're okay, you're fine, everything's great" she repeated over and over again, looking in those empty eyes staring right back at her through the mirror. Then she cried, she cried until she had no more tears left. She dropped to the floor and star...
