I didn't go to school again. What's the point of going to school? No one there cares about anyone and we're all going to die someday right? I am laying in my bed and the home phone rings. I let it ring. The person calling leaves a message on the answering machine.
Please leave a message after the tone.
*Beep*
Hello, this is Principal Smith calling because your daughter, Julia, Hasn't been in school for three days. We would like to have a meeting with you and discuss the reasons why her attendance is lacking.
I immediately get up and delete the message. I don't want my parents to have a meeting with the principal. That would suck.
My mom gets home from work before my dad does. She looks into my room and we make eye contact. She opens her mouth and I think she is going to yell at me but doesn't yell this time.
"I wish I had someone else as a daughter." Then she shuts my door. I can't breathe for a second. My heart has a sinking feeling. I lay there still and I think about how much happier she would be if she had a good daughter.
My dad gets home later than usual. I hear a battle raging downstairs. They are both fighting. I think it is my fault. If only I was never born they would be a lot happier.
I pick up a paperclip from my desk and bend it so there is a part sticking out.
I draw little red lines on my arm. They are pathetic.
If self-harm is a cry for help, then what is this?
A whisper?
YOU ARE READING
After she killed herself
Short StoryJulia is a popular girl in school. She bullied a girl named Raven. But one Saturday morning she wakes up to the news that Raven is dead. Now, she struggles with the guilt of driving a girl to suicide. I wrote a story called Dear Bully, now I will wr...
