Creative Writing Assignments

Lost and Never Found

Amanda had never considered herself out of the ordinary. She was quiet and believed herself to blend into the crowd. Others seemed to think differently of her, to the confusion of Amanda. This had always intrigued her, as it went against her own thoughts, but never paid much mind to it. She liked who she was and that was all that mattered, or at least she thought so.

Things in her life started changing for the worst out of nowhere, this made her develop deep depressing feelings which changed her thoughts. Amanda started to overthink that maybe she is too lonely.

Soon she finds herself a completely different person, and couldn't believe what she was. She felt surrounded with sorrow and deep thoughts, yet one thing kept her grounded. Hope. Without hope, how could she even go on?

Amanda sat alone with herself and thoughts, the thoughts scrambling and seeking for attention. She tried to drown them out with music, attempting to do her homework. Her mind refused to let her focus. Memories plagued her mind. The thoughts that had consumed her were nothing compared to the agonizing memories of the last few months.

The car accident was the worst memory of all. The car accident where she lost everything. She had never expected a simple drive to the grocery store to be such a fatal undertaking. She can still remember the impact. The way her mother tried to shield her.

Three months ago, while driving on S Channi Avenue, Amanda's mother and two younger siblings were killed by a drunk driver. She never understood why she survived. Amanda was eighteen. She had experienced a lot in her life. The same couldn't be said for her siblings.

Aaron was only seven years old. He hadn't even experienced his full childhood. And he never will.

He was a sweet little boy. Never misbehaved, never lied, always got good grades in school. Amanda was different. She threw tantrums, snuck out, and failed most of her classes in elementary school.

Aria was twelve years old. She was an angel. She volunteered with the elderly and served on her school's student council. She was the golden child. The one "destined for greatness" in my deceased grandmother's words. Now greatness she will never bring.

Amanda's mother was a school teacher. She taught preschoolers. She was patient. A kind hearted soul. She didn't deserve to be taken so early.

Amanda didn't understand why she survived. She was the worst person out of the four. Yet, she was the only survivor. The universe is torturing me is what she would say. She simply didn't understand. Why let her live, if all she cared about was lost?

Her father ran away with another woman when she was eleven. Aria was five and Aaron was a mere newborn. Only a few months old. She always assumed it was because of her. She wasn't the ideal first-born child to say the least. And she wasn't the perfect heir to her father's billion-dollar company either.

When he left Amanda adopted a self-deprecating mentality. She put herself down over every little mistake and was crippled with never-ending anxiety. It became normal. Her family dying in that car crash was the final nail in the coffin.

She slowly stood from her study desk, homework forgotten and made her way to her bathroom. She splashed water on her to drown the tears that were forming. Looking at herself in the mirror was like looking a foreign entity. She can't even recognize herself. Her long black hair was in a deep tangle instead of being perfectly straight like before. She had no makeup on and her eye-bags were clearly visible.

She thought about how she used to be a spitting image of her mother. Same black hair. Same oval shaped, blue eyes. Same interest in crime documentaries.

Thinking about her mother only made the tears start pouring again. She rubbed her eyes in a pathetic attempt to make the tears stop. It didn't work. Nothing ever works. Everything always goes wrong for her.

Out of the corner of her eyes she saw an escape. A way for her to let out her frustrations. A way for her to punish herself for all her mistakes. A way to get back at herself for her survival.

Her "Better Skin" branded razor was where it always was. In its holder, on the corner of Amanda's sink.

This was her chance. A chance to make up for her misdoings. A chance to pay for her unwarranted life.

Without much thought, her hand carefully inched towards the razor. She took it out of its protective holder. For a second she simply stared at the object. It was a sunny yellow color, with a top-tier razor blade on the end.

Before she knew what she was doing, her left wrist was littered with bloody scars. At least six, all bleeding profusely.

She wasn't finished. She brought the blood covered blade to her right wrists. She cut. And cut. And cut. And cut.

By now her arms and hands were covered with her own blood. So was her sink. And he mirrors.

She felt faint. Then, she slowly lowered herself to the floor. Her eyes were glossy and looked to be somewhere far away. She made no effort to stop the blood. With no resistance, her eyes slowly shut.

Police Report:
Victim: 18 year-old female
Discovered: 07/13/23 9:14 am
Time of death: 07/12/23 11:34 pm
Cause of death: SUICIDE