Short Stories

No more

I have been reading a lot of stories that has bullying and they have inspired me to write something that includes bullying. This was written right from my head and I haven't edited much, which means that it might have a messy structure and have grammar errors. I had a bit of a hard time writing this because I have never written anything like this and it was slightly hard for me to write the bullying stuff. It makes me cringe as I write, and feel really bad...

Warning: Content might be slightly dark (At least in my opinion), contains self harm

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"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me"

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"No more" said a girl as she sat inside an isolated room. The room was white and many things were broken. Tears fell from the girl's eyes as she cried. She held a sharp piece of shard from a broken mirror inside the isolated room.

"Loser" a boy said and kicked her before he ran away.

Slash. The shard slid on her skin, cutting open a small wound. The pain on her wrist numbed the pain she felt in her heart. It was a hard choice, but if it helped against the wound in her heart, maybe it could make it disappear completely.

"Ew, look at her" said a girl to her friends. "What a nerd" said the other as they looked over their shoulders at a girl who sat alone, reading a book.

Another slash was done on her wrist again. The pain doubled as more blood began to drip in the white floor. She winced as her tears fell on the cut she had made. Her hand gripped the glass shard harder, which wounded her hand.

Before she could cut herself again, a knock on the door was heard. "Honey, are you alright?" the girl's mother said through the door. The girl lost her grip on the shard as it fell down on the floor shattering. Her mother shaked the door knob as her daughter did not answer her question. Standing up, the girl walked to the door and leaned on it. "I'm alright, mom" she said in a hushed voice. It was clear to know that she had been crying. "Honey, let me in" her mother said in a soothing voice, but the girl did not move from her spot. "Are you sure you're alright? Let me in, please" the girl's mother asked again.

The girl thought for a while before she decided to unlock and open the door slightly. She looked down on her feet, afraid of facing her mother's face. "I'm alright" she said quietly. The mother looked behind the girl to see the room completely thrashed. Her eyes widened as she grabbed the door and forced it open. There stood her daughter with blood dripping down from her left wrist and right palm. She was horrified. "What did you do?!" the mother asked in worry. The girl remained quiet as the mother hurriedly went to get the first aid kit. She was sat down on the couch as her mother tended to her wounds.

"Why would you cut yourself?" her mother asked softly. The girl looked away and mumbled "I don't want to feel it anymore". Her mother finished wrapping the bandage on her wrist and palm. "Don't do it again. It doesn't help to get rid of what you don't want to feel" her mother said sternly. The girl stood up from her seat, but before she could leave her mother asked her what she did not want to feel and why. She shook her head and whispered a single word before she left "Pain".

The next day, the girl's mother decided to make sure her daughter was alright. "Please tell me what's wrong. I am worried about you" the girl's mother said as they stood by their front door. "It's nothing" the girl said trying to assure her mother. Before her mother could ask anymore questions, the girl left running. Her mother was often worried about her daughter. The girl had become more quiet since fifth grade when her father died, and it had gotten worse when she started at high school. She always locked herself in her room and often came home with bruises she tried to hide. Whenever her mother asked her about school, she would answer with an "Ok" or stay quiet and avoid the question.