One Shots

One Shots - Prejudice and Discrimination.

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Hi guys this is my first ever short story, I hope you like it, and it's based on prejudice and discrimination, we were doing the topic in English with poems and I had to write a poem or a short story about it, so I wrote a story, and here it is, I hope you like it! ~ Rebecca

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"One Shots - Prejudice and Discrimination."

The fire still haunts me to this day, I still bear the scars mentally and physically. I lost my family that day, on that horrific day. The flames consumed them and now they're gone, the people I held most dear, burnt, crushed, killed, gone forever.

I can never get the image out of my mind, even as I walk down this beautiful country lane, the birds sing, the flowers are bright and colourful, small children laughing and playing, and the bright sun shinning down on me. To anyone else the sun is their friend, to me it is just a ghostly burning reminder of the pain I felt that day.

As I walk past the group of children playing, their parents watching them, they start to point, to laugh, to stare, these scars are not funny, not to me. Their parents tell them to stop, to not stare and that it's rude to laugh, but even they who say it's wrong to stare, they can't look away, they can't help but have that repulsed expression on their face, they can't leave me alone, it's not my fault, I didn't choose for this to happen.

I try to block out their eyes searching for a face, a normal face, my real face. But they fail, just like everyone else, and as the others did they start to whisper, and the words hit me like bullets from a gun, ugly, weirdo, freak. All words used to describe me before, but they still affect me just like it's the first time, they tell their children no, but even they themselves describe me so unkindly, am I really that different?

I speed up my pace, trying to get away, to run, to hide, to escape. But I walk straight into pain and hate, again. I'm barged out of the way, as if I'm not really there, as if I'm not worth anything at all. They hit me with their words again, over and over again. I try to leave, but I'm dragged back, back into their realm of pain, of abuse, of hate.

I'm pushed, pulled, shoved and punched, this is by far the worst pain I have experienced. I'm thrown to the ground to endure further pain, to be punched and kicked, until I feel the hot, wet, sticky, red liquid pour from my head on to the cold, hard, unwelcoming ground.

I try to scream, to shout, but not a sound leaves I'm quivering lips. I'm left to lie alone and endure my pain, my tea curing pain, to die alone, but suddenly the man who caused all my pain, from a stupid prank, appears to try and help me and to apologise to me, begs for my forgiveness, I grant it in my final breath, my dying words.

Maybe I'll be at peace now, maybe I'll be with my family, maybe I won't suffer anymore, maybe I'll......

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Sorry that it's a bit sad, I'll try to make my next one more happy. ~ Rebecca.

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