This was written for a English assignment and I really liked it so I decided to post it.
This story talks about the difficulty that society creates, what small things can do to a person.
It talks about sensitive subjects so be warned. Relatable is a...
I woke up in a room that smelt heavy of chemicals, the one place I hated most of all, covered in germs and viruses, the hospital. I looked down at my arms I was all the cuts on them. Did I do them? Either way it didn't matter. I look to the right and saw a balcony that looked onto the city, it was sunrise and it was truly beautiful. I looked to the left and saw a nightstand full of get well soon cards, flowers and balloons. The door burst open and I nearly screamed, my parents ran into the room, crying. They hugged me crying.I just sat their silently, finally they let me go and just stood there, looking at me, happy, happy that their little girl was still alive after she had tried but failed to commit suicide. I just sat there blank faced, they got the signal to leave, I started going through all the cards, some from people I didn't even know. There was one that grabbed my attention, it was a small plain white envelope. I opened it up it and pulled the letter out rose petals came out and fell on top of my white sheets. It read one simple lyrics "A heart that's broke is a heart that's been loved".The tears started coming because I knew who it was from, how dare he say it was loved when it obviously wasn't but it was true a heart that has been broke is a heart that has been loved. I cried, tears of pain, tears of anger, tears of sadness. I sat there and cried like a little girl, he was such a coward but I still loved him, no matter what people said he was always the one. Every boy I liked after him was just a rebound, they were there just to help me get over him. Did I succeed? No, I mean, here I was in hospital, crying over a broken heart. I loved him so much but he would never understand would he? I didn't realize how long I had been crying till I was the sun setting, I looked at the balcony, and started wondering what would flying feel like? Freedom? Probably. I got up from the bed, taking all the tubes out of my arm. I opened the door and the wind blew in my face making my hair go everywhere, around me I was engulfed by the curtains. I walked straight to the edge and looked down. I was pretty high, I then looked up, somewhere up there was heaven. I was done, done with everyone and their opinions about me, done with society wanting me to something I'm not,done with people not accepting me for who I am. I stepped onto the ledge, I didn't look down. The wind was chilly but I knew I would be warm soon in the embrace of the earth. The tears came again, I swear I never ran out of tears. I looked out to the run and felt it rays on my face for the last time. As I was about to let go the room door opened and no one other than he, himself stood there, with the face of shock and horror on his face. He started running over, "DON'T, please, I don't want to hurt anyone anymore" he kept coming forward, "Please, if you take one more step I will jump" this made him stop, "Look I know we've never had the best relationship in the world but this isn't the answer, please take a step down, I know, it hurts but it hurts me more, please, let me love again" I stand there shattered by his words, no, I was not weak. I turned towards him, "I'm sorry, but you're too late, I love you but right now all I want to be is free, I might not be there for you in person but I will there with you in spirit. Me being gone will make no difference, live your life to the fullest. Live it for you and me, I hope we can meet again in the future. I love you, never forget that." For that day an angel died at the hands of love. It was the last thing is ever heard.
Love.
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