Once, I promised you that I'd always be there for you. But something happened to me, and you didn't know. Sometime after that, you were having a problem, and we're trying to contact me. But for some reason, I was suddenly ignoring you. After days upon days of trying to get a hold of me, you finally decided to call my mother to see if I was ok. She told you I was gone. You were confused. You didn't understand what gone meant. You tried asking, but my mother quickly hung up, with a noise that sounded like a sob. What had happened? You began asking some of our other friends, and finally, you got an answer. I was dead. Very suddenly. No one knew what had happened. It just happened. Perhaps it was a suicide? But why would I kill myself? I seemed happy enough. Or maybe it was a car wreck, that someone had made look even worse. They didn't know, you didn't know, you just wanted me back. I wanted to be back too. All I wanted to do was hug you so tight. I wanted to tell you that everything was going to be ok for you, that I'llalways be watching over you, like a guardian angel. But I can't. And now you're spiraling into depression. You're hurting yourself more and more. Why won't you just stop? Why won't you listen to me? Another slice at your wrist. Blood pours down. I stand in front of you, trying to tell you to stop, but I'm not really there. You can't see me. You're crying. My God are you crying. Don't do this. You can stay strong. Do. Not. Join. Me. Think of those who love you. There are people who do. Remember them, please. Good, good, you're putting it away, putting bandages on. Just go to bed. You'll be better in the morning. That's right, just sleep.
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Random Short Stories
General FictionThese are only short stories I may randomly come up with at school. They'll probably seem unfinished, but they most likely are finished. Sorry if you're disappointed with the content. And I kinda have a dark mind, so please, be slightly warned.
