oh, how they'll cry.
everything stops for our little girl, the night she writes a letter to everyone she used to know.
she smiles bitterly before letting one last bee sting her wrist.
the beautiful butterflies that used to reside on those wrists are dead. dead and gone and past.
her last tear trails down her pale, sunken cheek.
it's not like anybody will miss me...
she'll never find out just how wrong she was.
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it's not her mother that finds her. it's her little brother, too young to understand what's happened and why she won't wake up and why is everything so red?
when her mother gets tired of the small boy calling his sister's name, she storms into the girl's room, annoyed. she still has so much work to do, and her husband's stressed, which has made her stressed as well. she's ready to scream.
but when she sees her bloody body, she drops to her knees.
the first tear shed by her loved ones hits the floor, echoing in the quiet air.
no...
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the girl isn't in school for a week. the boy who sits across from her in science is getting worried.
he's noticed the subtle changes in her this year.
she's quiet and swaddled in oversized sweaters and she wears a small frown instead of a wide smile.
he remembers he sat alone out by the classrooms, away from the cafeteria, when their circle of friends was fighting and he was frustrated with all the drama, she handed him a red velvet cupcake.
"Sugar is a great pick-me-up on bad days." it's all she says but somehow it's just what he needs. they sit in silence for the rest of their lunch hour, and he walks away feeling more alive and happy than ever.
she was always so sweet to him, even when he wasn't that friendly to her.
he hopes she'll get better and come back soon.
he sort of misses her.
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a day after the boy notices her absence, he mentions it to their little circle of friends.
"I'll call her tonight." they promise. they won't. he can tell.
"Where is she?" he turns his gaze to another group of her supposed friends.
"Ask someone who cares." they snicker, with malice in their eyes and poison in their minds. he tries to recall the girl's wind chime laughter, which had always managed to lift his spirits and served as a blockade to the evil in humanity's hearts.
he can't.
come to think of it, he can't really remember the last time they had talked, or he'd seen her talk to anybody. it almost seem like she was avoiding people, but she wouldn't do that, right? she was too good for that.
at least, he thought she was.
he won't know where she is until six days later.
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her world came crumbling down on top of her, suffocating her, drowning her loved ones in grief.
two weeks after she had departed, they hold the funeral. they're all dressed in black, which is exactly the opposite of what she requested in her letters, and if she was there, she would've made such a fuss.
too bad she isn't.
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READER BEWARE AS YOU PASS BY
AS YOU ARE NOW SO ONCE WAS I
AS I AM NOW SO YOU WILL BE
THEREFORE PREPARE TO FOLLOW ME
it's sad, really. her gravestone told more stories than her lies ever did.
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goodbye, my little butterfly,
i'm sad to see you go,
we'll all miss you, dear,
down here on the world below.
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it ends with a word.
(believe)
as in,
"I can't believe she's gone."
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Dead Butterflies
Short Story****TRIGGER WARNING**** This is written for a boy who never cared and for a girl I used to know I'm a dying butterfly in love with a beautifully broken soul But it never made a difference to my fragile little wings I thought I would get over it but...
