Sad Short Stories

She Remembered

She pressed the blade against her warm skin. It felt slightly cold and made the realization of what she was about to do heighten. She knew it was about to end. It would all be over soon, but not soon enough. She gave her mind one last run over her most happy and painful memories. Starting with the first time they gave her the gift they would keep giving her, day after day. Every day the gift got more rough, painful and sloppy.

Then she thought about the day she first saw her. She thought about her long black hair and bright green eyes. She thought about her soft pale skin and the way she smiled. She thought about their first date to the bowling alley. Then about how she kissed her on her porch before leaving to go home where another gift awaited.

She thought about how every time they were together after that she fell more and more for the girl she hoped would catch her. She thought about how she used to think the gifts from her parents were worth it as long as she would get to be with her. Not even their gifts could break her will of staying alive for the girl she was so helplessly in love with.

The she thought about how she walked into school that day and going to the bathroom to stop the bleeding. How she walked into the bathroom expecting it to be empty but, instead she was greeted with the sight of the girl she loved pressed against the wall, making out with her best friend. She remembered how she walked to the sink and turned on the water trying to clean off the wounds on the surface but not bothering to try and keep her eyes dry.

She remembered how they looked up surprised and then when they realized who she was their expressions turned to guilt. She felt their eyes follow her as she walked out. Out of the bathroom. Out of the school. Out of their lives for good. She never looked back. When she got to her house her parents weren't there. She remembered how she felt when she saw them kissing. Numb. She remembered that she climbed the stairs and took her blade out.

She thought about how the last thing she would see would be the blood dripping down. She thought about her one last time. Then she took a deep breath, closed her eyes and let the blade cut deep across her neck. She opened her eyes one last time to meet her own gaze in the mirror. She didn't feel the stream of the blood. She didn't feel the sting of the cut. She didn't feel herself fall. She didn't hear her door open. She didn't hear the scream that came from her mouth. She didn't feel anything. She didn't hear anything. The numbness was gone. Everything was gone. Never to exist again.