Hundred-word Stories

The College Applicant

Sress, Depression.

Two reasons why people commit in suicide. The only difference is, nowadays even students commit to this actions.Why? because of depression from school works, from activities, from family problems.

I have not yet received my test results for my application in one of the top colleges, my parents have always wanted me to enter that school. They say it will be such a previlage to enter such high-end school. They say I could pass it if I try enough, that I SHOULD pass it because it was for my own good. I put my effort for the test but I,myself, believes that I cannot beat the other top students. Me versus my batchmates-estimated to be 1.5 M all over the world, in this university, we're about 600k examinees. I took the test seriously, trying hard to recall what has been taught to me these past years. Yet, there were obly few of which I remember because not all were discussed to us by our teachers.

I cannot blame them, they teach almost 300 students every day of the month.

I know it was also my fault, I have not reviewed well, put I did prepare for it.

My parents and I had an arguement today. I didn't pass the test, they blame me for it. They say they didn't saw me exerting effort for the test. Yes, I may have not exerted effort to review, but if you see ny results, it is not as bad as the other examinees. It's just that, the universities have high standards, and I am not enough for them. My mother said I am a disappointment, my father said I have waisted their time but is it my fault I am not good enough? It was me against 600k other students! We were not just fifty heads nor a hundred, I am no genius, I do not make the test, How can this be my fault!?

I find myself going to my bedroom, I want to die. 

Have they not noticed the efforts I put with all the projects at school? With all the school works, homeworks and even extracurricular activities? Why does people always see the bad and not the good? Now I sound like the politicians I was never in favor of. Sometimes I sleep, my thoughts flying to paperworks ans schoolworks. I sleep late at night, I almost always skip dinner for projects. I wake up early, afraid of being late and scolded, I do well in class, I am one of the top students in our class. Yet, they see the failure in me.

I am a failure.

And A failure must be gone.

I must die.

I tip-toed my way down the kitchen when all of them were asleep, I smiled at the sight of it. Shiny, silver, and pointy.

A knife.

I laughed inside my head, you won't have any disappointing daughter now. You won't have to see my failures anymore, you won't be needing to scold me again when I fail you. You won't be wasting your time for me ever again. The light flickered, I flinched and looked around. No body was around, only me, the knife and more deadly things. I want to die. I want to get out of this life. I want to never fail my Parents again. I took hold of the weapon, took one last glance of the place where I grew up and first learned how to talk, to walk and to write before letting the knife take my life. I smiled, and landed with a thud. The knife landed beside me, the last I thing I heard before I black out was footsteps coming from the staircase, the bark of my dog, and the bangging of our cat against its cage's door.

Will they miss me? I guess I'll never know.

My parents are going down, they're going to see me. They're going to see this kitchen splattered with blood.

My Blood.

My sight began to darken, my eyelids were becoming heavier.

I saw their feet infront of me, Mom was yelling for dad to come down.

Mom kneeled infront of me.

"I-I''m not a failure anymore, m-kmom. I'm not a di-disappointment a-and a waste of time anym-more." I gave one last smile to the woman who gave birth to me and let my eyes be sealed shut.