Short Stories

Sofie

This story is more sad, so if you're on your 3 am depri phase your just right.

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Her name was Sofie.

Sofie was a girl with so much joy that you sometimes could think she would burst because of this, she loved every animal, found always something good in every situation. She had perfect grades, got good friends, she looked always perfect. She was perfect. Almost.

She made one mistake ones. Only one, that ruined her life. 

Looking back, i think, she only tried to be once the bad guy, not the perfect little girl, just one time she wanted to let go. 

After her mistake she changed, she blocked the people from her life, her grades dropped. 

She went from pretty and popular to  an outcast, a loser.

I remember how i saw her sitting by herself, eating alone in the corner of the cafeteria. I almost laughed.

The perfect girl? The girl that had everything? Alone? Ignored? 

You dont see that everyday, so its natural to find something ironic in this situation. 

I honestly thought it would only be like this for a couple of days, her sitting alone i mean.

Well, it wasn't.

The first few days i always looked over her with some sadistic thoughts, but after a while i realised how she always seemed to curl herself a bit up more. She started to eat less and at some point she just sat there and started at something random. 

I wanted to talk to her, but...

One part in my brain thought she deserved this, if she doesn't what would be the excuse for the thing i did ?

At some point she stopped coming to school.

A few weeks after that the teachers told us that she died.

They never said the reason, but i think we all knew it.

Suicid. 

I had questions ruining threw my head. Did she jump? From where? Did she die peacefully? What happened? Why didnt i talk to her? Why did i do it? Is it my fault? How long had she had these thoughts?

...

Could i have helped her?

Could i have stopped this?

Could i have changed this outcomming?

...

I barely remember how i stormed out of the bathroom, or how i ended up in the empty bathroom.

I looked in the mirror.

My eyes were already red from crying and my hair was all messy.

My breath got quicker and quicker.

I seemed to drown in my thoughts.

Why did i do it? Why did i post it? Why ? Why? Why did i keep quiet? Why did i picture her like that? Why-.

...

A few weeks later was her funeral. I went to her grave after everyone was gone. Colourful flowers were laying on her grave and some letter were by them. 

Her mom was by us the day before the funeral, she gave a letter. A letter from Sofie. I talked a bit with her mom before she went back home to make the last arrangements for her daughters funeral.

Now that i am sitting in front of her grave, i cant seem to stop the memories from coming.

Things we did together years ago, conversations we had, secrets we shared.

What happened to us?

How did it come to this?

... Why did you write you were grateful to be my friend?

I placed one little white flower onto her grave.

I stood up and walked away. I knew, that i would soon lie next to her.

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Okay i know its short, but i am in a depressing phase were i just wanted to write something. Oh welp . 

I dunno if everything i make will be this short, we  just gotta see.

Oh and i excuse myself for all mistakes i might have made, but i sincerely dont give a fuck.