The Story That Out Stories All Other Stories

paper clips

"A paper clip is like a person. Perfect and decent at first. But after a while it bends. And after to much stress it breaks. Like me." The girl wrote on a piece of paper. She folded it nicely and placed it on her mothers vanity.

Her mother loved her son, the girls brother dearly. His perfect reputation, grades, and appearance. Her brother abused and hurt his sister but the mother just over looked it.

So she ran away.

While the girl was roaming the streets getting as far away from her former home as possible. She saw many homeless people. She did not want to live like that. She didint really want to live at all.

She was hurting, starving, breaking, and she was done.

No one would miss her she was just a fourteen year old waste of space with no friends, no true family, no money, no food, just wasting precious oxygen.

She found a beautiful bridge. It was a beautiful sunset. A beautiful day. She stood up on the railing. Looking at the world bellow.

"Real angels fly." She said.

And jumped.

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Oh I wrote this yesterday and I was tired.
I write sadder things when I'm tired...