"Hey mom. Remember when I was little and me, you, and dad would watch the sunset every sunday night and make a wish on the sun? Those memories are my favorite. I remember one night when daddy told me the story about why the sun goes away every night.. The sun loves the moon so much, that every day, he dies just to let her breathe.. Of course now I know that that's not true, its just how the solar system works, but I still like to believe that there's love like that somewhere in the universe..
Oh and remember how you used to tuck me in every night and we would pray to god and we would ask him to keep us safe while we sleep? I was so afraid of the monsters, man, I could cry right now just thinking about it. I remember hugging onto daddy and him telling me its okay, and you telling him to stop babying me.. oh the memories..
And who could ever forget when I started to fail middle school and you and dad talked to me for 4 hours about grades. Daddy talked to me and told me how when he was in middle school, he had 4 girlfriends- oh wait, I wasn't supposed to tell you that...- and he started failing, but he found a way to balance fun and school. And I remember you yelling at me, telling me I should be better, try harder, that you were going to home school me if I didn't get my shit together..
Remember when you and dad would yell at each other? something about sharing me, or raising me 'better.' Remember when daddy ran out after that one night, when he went to that bar and we didn't hear about him until the next morning, when we saw daddy on the news, all bloodied and bruised on highway 65? Remember what you said when I asked why we weren't going to his funeral? That he's a 'Fucking asshole that deserved to die anyways.'
Oh and then there's my personal favorite memory, The night I came out to you, A couple days ago when I told you I'm Bi and I've had a secret Girl friend for a few weeks and I wanted you to meet her. Man, you threw that vase so hard at me, I sometimes find myself wondering why you never played baseball. And I loved those little nicknames you gave me. 'Attention Whore, Dyke, Useless piece of garbage...' the list goes on. Good times. Good times....
But my new favorite memory that I'll have in just a few minutes?
Never having to deal with the tiresome, worthless, Boring, Pathetic life you and god had put me through.
As shocking as it sounds, mom, you still have a place in my heart as well as many other people, and I wish you loved me back. Please tell Jenine that I love her, And I'll see you both on the flip side.
~Your Daughte-"
Tears flowed out of her eyes and onto the page, smudging the words as she finished it. she sealed the envelope and wrote 'Mom' in cute swirly letters. As she set the letter on the floor in front of her, she prayed. she prayed for her friends, Jenine, Her dad.... Her mom.... She turned away from the letters and stepped back, Picking the gun up off the dresser, where she had hidden it so carefully the night before, and holding it to her head.
Her mom walked in, yelling something about her daughter being a brainless something and forgetting the feed the cat, but she stopped dead in her tracks as she saw what her daughter was doing. She stared in silence, her daughter expecting her to do something. when she didn't, she took it as the 'okay', the 'go ahead.'
Her finger tightened on the trigger a little more, as she stared her mother straight in the face, the one she had grown up seeing and hoping would give her comfort, but never did. She smiled as her mom opened her mouth to say something and cut her off, saying it in almost a whisper:
"Daddy died to let me breathe, now im letting you."
Bang.
Silence.
(LAWDY JESUS THAT WAS DEPRESSING. THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU LISTEN TO DEPRESSING MUSIC AT 1:30 AM. Anyways, I just wanted to tell you guys, none of this is actually happening in real life except the bi part. I aint got no secret girlfriend tho, the girl I like don't even like me in that way so... >3< anyways I love you guys, baiiiiiii ;D)
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Short Stories and poems
FanficHello! Im going to be writing Poems and short stories. Most of them come from my heart and how I feel or WHATEVER is in my fucked up mind. some of the stories are just gonna be really weird tho too... kinda like the randomness book only more serious...