Short Stories

Your Words Hurt

Before I continue, I'd like to say, this is not going to be your average story. I'm going to try and make this super depressing, yet a mix of romance. I bring to you caution, enjoy!
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I can't breathe! It hurts, it hurts so badly.. I shove Kevin away, trying to not get punched again. He chargers towards me and punches me at my nose, causing me to fall back, landing on the ground. He lifts his foot above me, and slams it roughly against my stomach, knocking the air out of me. "That's right asshole! Don't try to mess with us again! You fucking wimp!" Kevin stomps again, I can't catch my breath.

"S-stop! I didn't do anythi-" I get cut off by another hit to the gut.

"I'll do it again if you continue to talk shit! I hope you die you fucking idiot!" Kevin yells, getting his spit all over my face as he spoke. I nod my head, and he walks off. I can't stand, or even move. My body hurts so much that I can't.

"Smith! Smith!" I hear a girl shout. My vision is too blurry to make out the face of the person who picked me off the ground. I didn't even notice I was lifted up.

A week later, I started walking again. I sat on the top of my room. I still don't know who saved me. Once I was dropped off at home, and I was able to be see again, she was gone. I stare off at the scenery confused, trying to think of who it could be. I don't have any friends, and I'm sure no GIRL would try to save an annoying shit like me. I kind of wish I wasn't saved. Then I could have just stayed there in that spot to die. Just like everyone wanted. I know mom wouldn't care, I'll stop being such a disappointment to her. She won't have to worry so much about me. Dad's dead anyways, I'll be able to see him again. So what does it matter? It's just one life lost, out of billions. I'm just a number added. One less wouldn't hurt. I stand, and slowly shuffle to the edge of the roof. I stare at the ground and my heart races faster. I quickly turn around, regretting I even looked, but I slip.

I grab onto the edge of the roof, still in pain, I struggle to hold on. I don't want to die, not yet! Not yet! I slip, falling.

I shoot my eyes open. I look around, still laying down. I was surrounded my white things. A white bed, and I'm hooked up to a machine. So that means I didn't die. I try sitting up, but it hurts too much, so I just fall back. I look over to see a girl I've never seen before.

"Smith! Hey. I'm glad to see you awake! Are you feeling alright?" She asks, giving me a fearful smile.

"I-I don't know. Everything hurts." I struggled to say, almost forgetting how to speak. Her fake smile disappears and she nods her head.

"Look, I saw what Kevin did, but he was already walking away when I ran up. I'm sorry I wasn't there to save you soon enough. I also wish I was there to save you from trying to kill yourself. You fell off the roof of your house." She says, I hear the pure sadness in her voice. Why does this stranger care so much about me? She knows absolutely nothing about me, or what I've been through. Why would she even bother even talking to me? I deserve to die after all, why a stranger of all people who care? She probably is just pretending. I don't matter. It's just all her pity.

"You're just pretending to care. I don't want your pity." I groan. I close my eyes, it took too much effort to keep them open.

"Of course not! Look, you may not know me, and I may not know you, very well, but I'm here for you! If you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here! I'll be the friend you never had. I understand you're so broken, thay you don't believe anything that I say, but I'll be your friend! For as long as I can!" She screams, her voice full of determination.

She kept that promise. Once I got back into school, we constantly talked. Then in high school, at our graduation, we did it together. We celebrated with each other's families. She listened to me when I was upset, and I listened to her. We were both there for each other. Then one night, she was coming over to my house after a horrible break up with her ex Jerry.

She got into a horrible car crash. She was in the hospital, and I quickly visited. I told the hospital I was her boy friend just so they could let me see her. I stare at her body. Her blonde hair looked lighter, with stains of red. Half of her head was bandaged, and her rest of her body was covered under the white sheets. I see her pale hand, and take it. It was freezing, but I held on. I felt the warm tears roll down my face, I can't stand to see the only person there for me in so much pain.

"There will-" She coughs. I stare at her, not thinking she was awake. "Be someone to replace me after I'm gone. Open up, I wouldn't let anyone hurt you. Even if I am gone."

"No! You won't be replaced! You won't be gone. You'll make it, no! Emily, please!" When I said her name, I felt my heart ache more that it already did.

"Smith, I love you. Thank you--" She is cut off by her own death. I watch as her eyes go blank, and her once firm grip on my hand is gone.

"Emily! Emily, I love you too!" I yelled, dropping my head next to hers as I sobbed. My sobs only got worse. "Goodbye, my hero."