A Ray Of Light // a original Creepypasta story.

Chapter 1 the beginning of the end

         Welcome to our story. Here we can see a woman...not known by name but known only by the things she has done.. You might be wondering how she has got to the point of being known by all but still unseen. It's quite simple actually. She herself has been a victim of many. These situations she has gone through has made her the person she is today.. Now this person may not be good but she knows what good is. We see her now walking the streets of the small town of Hartford.Ray is her name. She is a beautiful woman with hazel eyes and red hair. She is standing on a roof looking over thinking to herself. "what do i do now, I'm here but am i strong enough". People usually think (don't people destroy themselves because they are weak?) no, to be completely awnist that is not the reason at all. People destroy oneself because they are too strong and something has been taken from them in their lives...and this may be more than one thing. For Ray this is true. At this point everything has been taken from her, she has given the world chances time and time again to save her, to save her from the self that is not her at all, to save her from Them. but they kept coming back, to ruin, to destroy and to take from Ray.Ray looks down, down at the streets below. She starts to count each window up from the billing in front of her to see how high up she is."1...2..3...4..5..6...7..8..9...10...11...12.. 12 stories high..." she looks back down. Wondering if she should go thru with it. If now is the right time. She walks up to the ledge. She whates there for a moment so many thoughts swirling thru her brain and.... She steps back. "I will give it one last try, one last try...and if nothing changes... i will jump...but before i do.. I will make sure it is just as painful for every one who got me to the position." Ray turns around, walking back into the apartment building she lives in with her mom, dad and brother. No one even noticed she was gone. Not one of them even knew she had just walked up to the roof to contemplate destroying her life.She whispers to herself "I wonder, would the world stop for me...if I do go through with it.?" Her mom looks over at Ray. She was making dinner in the kitchen. "Oh Ray there you are, would you help me with the rest of dinner" Ray looks over at her mom and puts on a face smile. "yes of course." Rays mind then started to wonder. "Do I actually want to help her or do I feel pity? Do I maybe just feel obligated to because she raised me? No, i must do it because I love her...right??" After thinking about that for a while the food was done and like always, exactly 5 minutes after they finished and set the table her father came home. She hoped that he would not come home today. Although she feels awful about it, she feels they would be better off without him there. Wasting money on bear, cigarettes extra...why does he spend money on such useless things.Ray sets down at the table looking at the food her mom and her have maid. This is the only time she will actually eat so that she can keep up appearances for her family, to keep them happy and so they don't worry. Her father walks over and sets a yellow bag on the counter. The same yellow bag he brings home every single day. It carries the same items he brings home. 4 pops for her mom, her favorite kind, sprite like always. 2-3 packs of cigarettes and 3 cans of bear. He takes one bear, sets it on the table then puts the rest in the fridge for later and joins Ray at the table. Soon her brother comes out of his room and sits down too. Dad looks over to my mom and say's "well.. aren't you going to make our plates?." my mom sighs and starts to fix dad a plate. When she finishes she brings the plate over to the table setting it down then starts to make her own plate. I then get up to make mine and my brothers. "Oh sweaty sit back down. You don't have to do that its fine i have got it." i reply with " no you need help and i don't understand why HE cant help you" that obviously made my dad mad and it seems like we are in luck. He doesn't want to fucking fist fight today...how lucky..i kind of wanted to punch him in his stooped face. I look like him so it would kind of be like punching myself dad then got up grabbing his plate and taking his bear with him going to moms room to take over the bed and TV.Nobody spoke after that, we all just started to eat after getting our plates and sat there in an awkward silence that was begging to be broken.I soon left the table, cleaning up my portion of the mess I had maid before leaving and going to my room to sit in my small bay window. I sat there for hours thinking about many things.. Thinking about returning to the roof and maybe how i should not have said what i said at dinner as well as procrastinating all the school work i have to get done. I started to make myself cry with everything that was going through my mind. That's when I went over to my bed, crawled up in to the far corner of my bed holding one of my squish mellows close and in the end cried myself to sleep.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Hay guys a little bit from the author right here!! you don't have to read but hay sorry for any bad grammar this is one of the first books that i have made that I'm publishing. I'm currently typing up chapter two so if your a fan you might not have to what long for the next chapter. oh and let me know what you thank!!!

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