Short Stories

My Dead Self

I was the happiest girl on the block. I always went outside and play with the little ones, helped the elders in the block, and always made movie nights with the teenagers. Though, even the happiest people have problems. I was bullied constantly in my school. Recently, the threats got worse and worse. I would say to myself, you will get over this, you're strong you can overcome anything. One day, I was doing my work and my bully came with her friends.

"Hey dumbass, what are you doing?"  she asked. "Oh, um, I'm just doing my work. Please, I don't want any trouble." I pleaded. " You know what bothers me about you? The fact that you make others happy, so that you can please yourself in thinking you are useful, that people care about you, that you are special."

I ran away from school, crying all the way home. I bust the door open, my parents aren't home, I grab a rope from the basement. I start screaming "Is this what you want? Huh? You ugly, mean bitch! Huh?" I make a noose, run upstairs, open my closet, and end my life. It felt so real, I wake up, screaming. My mom rushes into the door, but she's not looking at me, she's looking at my closet. She is crying, screaming, "Why? She was so happy! Why?" I stood there speechless looking at my dead self.