For the first time ever, I actually feel like I belong somewhere. The Mirror World actually felt like a place I could turn into home. The people there made me feel like I was wanted. Where I am now, I have no one and no where I belong. Why do I feel so connected to the Mirror World if I'm from here?
Mom finally got home from work. She works her ass off for me and Amelia, we don't even deserve it. Amelia is a stuck up preppy girl and I'm just an emo depressed lost person. I don't even deserve to live in this world. Nobody wants me here and I would make everyone's life so much better if I just left.
"Hey Amara! Come here you ugly whore," Amelia yelled from the closet, "I need to know which of these dresses I should wear to the dance."
I totally forgot about the dance, mom wanted me to go and try to enjoy myself. Like that would ever happen. Maybe it would be a little fun if they could play some Motionless in White or Falling in Reverse. I'd probably like school dances so much more.
"Don't ask for my advice.. I'm just a whore to you. Why the hell would my opinion matter?" I said and ran out.
I ran out the front door and slammed it shut. I put in my earbuds and started to play Alone by Falling in Reverse. "I will only be just an emo whore," I thought. I walked to the edge of our small town. My favorite place to be when I was young was the Death Bridge. I don't remember what the bridge is really called, the sign fell apart years ago. Every year, many people die on this bridge. The winters are very cold and icy. The bridge has no railing anymore so cars just slide right in.
I stand on the bridge looking down into the water. I remember a few years ago, a teenager that was texting drove in. They didn't make it, but then I guess it was their fault for not paying attention. I sit down and hang my legs over the edge. I didn't care if it is safe or not, because I was pretty much done. You wouldn't expect people to drive on the bridge, because of how unsafe it is. There was a car just coming straight towards me. I thought they saw me, but I guess they didn't. All I remember is the sudden pain of getting hit and then falling. I was in the cold water and then that was it. I was gone.
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Through The Mirror
HorrorAmara, a 16 year old girl that never belonged anywhere. Everyone calls her a loner. She doesn't care about what people think of her, she is who she is. The only friend she's ever had was Sarah back when she was seven. Sarah was a spiritual friend, o...
