Short Stories

October 15, 2014

It was October 15, 2014. It was a sunny day; no cloud in sight. It was a solid 65 degrees. I was leaving for school when the yelling started. The names, those god awful names were coming out of her mouth again. I stood there completely still. She was in my face yelling at me for not doing something. I can't remember what. It seemed so long ago when this all happened. I remember feeling the stinging in my face. It felt like every other time that she had hit me. She never once hit me with her bare hand. This time she did. This time I was pushed over the edge. I knew she only kept me here for the monthly check that she got from my father. I hadn't seen him in years. She said that he never wanted me to be born in the first place, that he wanted her to get an abortion. I don't know if that's true because I remember when him and I went out for ice cream every Friday night and on Saturday nights we went bowling. I think she just said it to hurt me. Okay back to October. I knew what I had to do. I knew that this was the only way out. I knew that no one would be upset. I knew that she would only be mad at me because she wasn't going to get her monthly check. I decided at school what to do. I wrote the letter. I knew she was going to yell at me for being dead. So I wrote a letter explaining everything. I ended the letter with "You don't get to yell at me for being dead, when you're the one that killed me."

It was a 6:00 when I finally got home. I took my time getting home. I knew she wouldn't be home. She was probably out drinking again. I set the note on the bed and started an ice cold bath and found the bottle of pills. I took all that were in the bottle and laid in the bathtub.

You got home at 1:30. I had been gone for over 6 hours. You were plastered. You walked into my room, probably to beat me some more. I wasn't in there. You looked on the bed and saw the note. As you were reading the note I saw the concerned look on your face. I had never seen this look on your face before. You threw the note away and ran into the bathroom and saw me laying in the tub lifeless. You pulled me out of the tub and started to hit me, yelling "How could you leave me? I'm your everything. You're so selfish". You continued on for another 10 minutes.

The neighbors must have heard you and called the cops because they were knocking on the door. You ignored them. They barged in the bathroom a couple minutes later. You yelled at them to help. One called for an ambulance while the other took me out of your hands. He knew that there was nothing to do once he touched my ice cold skin. He knew I had been dead for hours. The ambulance finally showed up and took my body. You were taken to the station for questioning and later charged with my death. They must have found the note. And here is my happy ending.