Sam Lillian sat on the cold stone floor of her bathroom, crying silently. Her wrists stung as the tears fell from her cheeks and onto the minefield of cuts painted on her skin. The insults - everything Emma had told her at school - came back to her in a series of flashbacks. Bitch. Idiot. Useless. Unwanted. Unloved. Waste of space. I heard her mother would rather die than have her as a daughter. What happened to her eyes? I feel bad for her father. I mean, who would want her as a daughter? "Sam! Dinner's ready! Please come set the table!" her dad shouted, tearing Sam away from the memories that were haunting her. She sniffled, before calling back "Coming!" Sam stood and walked to the mirror over the sink. A girl stared back at her. An albino girl with red eyes and completely white skin. A girl with long black hair that partially hid her face, the way it always did. A girl, tears still gleaming on her cheeks, as she thought of her mother who had died of cancer and was now no more than a pile of ashes. The girl in the mirror sniffled again, before wiping away her tears and taking a deep breath. Then she turned, pushed open the door, and ran downstairs for dinner.
Sam was standing in a gray room, three open doors in front of her. This was relatively normal for her - she had the same dream every few years - except for the three doors. Usually the door on the far left was closed - locked - but this time, it was open. "Choose wisely," the usual soothing, familiar voice said. "For one door leads to misery, the other to strength." Sam frowned, trying to place the voice. "Who are you?" she asked it. "Oh, you know me, Samantha. But you must choose now." Sam considered the doors. "You said one leads to misery, one to strength. But what does the third door lead to?" "The other...Leads to me." Sam gasped as the memories came back to her and she understood who the voice really was; the voice was her mother's! All of a sudden, as if turned on by a switch, she heard whispering voices - those of the dead. Sam stepped forward, toward the door on the far left - the one were the voices seemed to be coming from. She slowly approached it, until she stood right in front of it, where she stopped. She closed her eyes, a few tears tracing her cheeks as she realized what this would mean and whispered "I'm coming, mother." Then she stepped forward and through the open door, which quickly closed behind her, locking her in forever.
Samantha Lillian's dream never ended and soon stopped her heart. The obituary that her classmates had written for her said she was "A beautiful young girl who everyone loved" and that "She was kind and loyal, and her eyes made her even more special." They never mentioned the insults they had called her previously. And that was what Sam had wanted – or at least, that's what the note that Emma had found in her locker signed with Red Eyes, Red Eyes had said.
A/N: Hey my dear readers,
I originally wrote this story for the ISA test (an 'important' test for school), but never really finished it. I literally had THREE FREAKING SENTENCES left, until she died and the story was over, but nooooo, I had to stop right before the story ended! I was so frustrated, but honestly it was just a stupid (but slightly very important) test. Then I got bored, so I decided to put it on Wattpad, so I did.
I'll be updating infrequently, so expect updates every two months or so.
See you next story (hopefully!),
Marie-Loup 🗡️💔
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My Random Short-Stories of Death
RandomSome random One-shots I came up with. I used one of them on my ISA test. All/most of them are about or include death and the main character dying. I suck at descriptions, by the way. I hope the stories themselves will be better than this.
