Dark Short Stories

A PLANED DEATH

A PLANED DEATH

       As I sit at my computer desk reading my texts, I come across one saying,

"Why do you think you are lonely, oh I know maybe it's because no one likes you, you cut and cry for attention well, guess what NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOU AND HOW OFTEN YOU CUT.Oh hey I have an idea! Why not try suicide you will be dead and no one will care."

- Anonymous

         I was shocked as I stared at the screen shocked but not surprised. "Anonymous" was right tho, no one did care. People would always make fun of me, my long dark hair and black clothing. They would taunt me with names such as, "Gothie Locks" and " Queen of Death." I always hated people I never got along well with anyone. Everyday my depression worsens, and thoughts of suicide usually cloud my vision.

        I scaned over the text again and stood up. I looked for a pencil, paper and my knife. I found paper and a pencil, now for the knife. I reach under my bed and find one, it's my favorite.  It has a long hooked shaped blade the colour of death, pitch black. I sit down at the computer desk. As I ready the pencil and paper, I think to myself.

"At last I'm finally doing this, my forever aching soul will be put to rest."  

         But first I must write a note. I don't know who to adress it to, because I have no siblings and my parents both ran away when I was 16. I begin to write:

To whom it may concern:

I'm sorry I wasn't good enough for anyone. When you find me don't panic there was nothing and no one that could of helped me. I am sorry if my parents read about this or see my suicide success,  tell them if they stayed it may of helped. I love you mom and dad. Please don't make my death a burden. I hope you still love me as much as I love you. I never got the love I deserved from anyone. I'm sorry.

Good bye world of darkness.  

-" Gothie Locks"

        I read it over "good enough" I think. I place the note on my keyboard. I reached over and grab my knife. I begin caressing it this time when I try to kill myself there is no one here to stop me. I remember one time when I was 13, my one friend told me,

"If you cut and you want good results or death you will cut vertically"

I laughed at the comment because I never once thought I would actually use the information for my planed death.

        I look out the window and think "would my parents even care? What ever" I take the knife and line it up on my wrist getting ready to cut. I push down on the handle of the knife causing crimson blood to slowly ooze out of my veins. I clench my teeth as the pain worsens . As I begin to saw with it up and down up and down . Ripping my flesh. More and more blood rushes through the cut. I love it. All of my problems are ending. I decide to sit on the floor as I continue to cut.

        I pass through skin and muscle. I begin to see bone. I can no longer feel the pain. I can't even move my hand. My blood is now rushing out of the cut, its as if even my blood wants to escape from me, to leave this life.

        I stop cutting and look at my knife it's covered in blood my whole hand is drenched in the stuff. I wait for death to come. I look out the window for my last time ever. I feel hot tears rolling down my cheeks, but I don't care. Soon I will be dead.

        I begin to feel light headed as blackness slowly encases my vision. I hope my death doesn't make people sad, it shouldn't after all, they say you live alone, die alone. I wish I didn't have to die. You all killed me, your sarcastic comments killed me. If not for the comments I maybe still alive.