One day (The 22nd of January if you were wondering) I was rudely woken up by one of the staff at the orphanage. Once I was dressed, I headed off to find Sophie to make the cleaning we had a little more bearable. But I couldn't find her anywhere I even checked outside but to no avail. I looked in every spot I could possibly think of but still nothing. She was...
Gone. She had vanished off the face off the earth. I wanted to dig my own grave and cry in it for eternity. My best friend, my only friend in the world was gone and I didn't even get to say goodbye. I truly had no one left. I threw my self on to the nearest rock as tears ran uncontrollably down my face like a waterfall. My eyes were red and puffy for the rest of the day and I was on the brink of tears. I felt as if my heart had been stolen and ripped to shreds in front of my face. The rest of the day was just bearable enough for me, when an important assembly was announced.when everyone was sat down, the madam of the orphanage arose from her seat with a faked sad expression. She announced " We have something very important to talk about in today's assembly." Like always I didn't listen until I heard Sophie's name being said. " I am afraid that I must bring the most terrible news." The madame wailed, " Sophie Ann died this morning in her sleep." In the distance I could her people high-fiving and talking about how horrible she was. I wanted to punch them but I just couldn't. Sophie never did like violence. I had started crying-again yes get over it my best friend just died ok leave me alone. My tears made a small river on the cold, hard stone floor of the assembly hall. I ran off to my room.
When I got to my room, I locked the door, grabbed the sharpest thing I could find and cut the words "freak" , "ugly", "looser" and "lonely" into my skin. As a reminder that I am the worst thing to ever happen to anyone. Anyone I meet dies. I am worthless. I am unwanted. I am a mistake. My mind was racing 1000 miles an hour with these thoughts and I believed them, every word of them. I never deserved Sophie, I was the reason she was bullied and I think the reason she died. She never deserved any of this she was the best person I had ever talked to and I made her life a living hell. In return for her being nice to me she had to deal with being called a freak everyday, she got depression from being bullied that much and the cherry on top she died with so much to live for. I deserve to be lonely. No I deserve far worse than that. Death. The only solution I could come up with. If I died all problems would go away. There would be no freaky little me. There would be no smart-arse comebacks. No bullying. No shitty things that I can do if I am dead right. Right?You have to agree with me here. Although I deserve far worse than death, that's the best I can do right now. I opened every drawer in the dormitory to look for something to do it with. All I found was piece of rope. I tide the rope as if I was going to hang somebody. Myself. I balanced myself on a chair and placed the rope around my neck. My whole body was shaking. My mind telling me to stop but I just couldn't. I kicked the chair away. As the rope closed in on my neck, I started to cry. After a few seconds of hanging there my vision became blured, my neck was burning at the tension of the rope pulling my skin slightly. As I looked at what evidently would be the last thing I would ever see, I notice the creature that watched me in my childhood. And I could hear Sophie calling my name before it all went black....
Writer's note: sorry about how sad it was ik its meant to be a horror storry but I am getting to that
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