Short Stories

The Girl

Okay! So first short story.

Warnings: mild cursing, talking about depression and mention of suicide.

Please enjoy the story!
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There once was a girl, she was born no different than most, life had given her everything you could ask for, a good family, a good life. But once she started second grade, things took a turn for the worse.

The girl who had a good life, was constantly picked on. Everyone saw her as an ignorant annoying girl with typically no emotions, she wasn't social. Though she did have a few friends, but looking back on the past. The girl saw it as they were just taking pity on her.

Things continued into middle school, rude, inappropriate teenagers who just started to understand how shitty life can be. Most of the kids from the elementary school ended up here, the girl included. During her time, she dealt with only having one parent as they had split up. She also dealt with immature guys and girls who thought that the world revolved around them, she was still bullied and people constantly talked behind her back. She still wasn't social, mostly due to knowing what everyone thought of her and she didn't want to get caught in stupid drama.

The middle school years passed and things lightened up for the most part. And highschool came along, and that's when it started. The depression was heavy, she was stressed, she was filled with Anxiety, she questioned everything. She was still very antisocial. She had a few friends, ones who have the same issues and worse. Depression, anxiety, stress. Everything got even worse in sophomore year. The stress of being stuck in freshman math again, the stress and fear of failing her classes and getting held back. She began to think, "why am I here? I mean I am worthless, I can't even pass a simple class!" she never cut. No, instead she laid there at three in the morning on a school night crying and stressing about how she was going to make it through life.

Near the end of the year, her mother and grandmother got laid off from their job. This didn't help her. She knew she had to get a job, she tried. Only instead of successfully getting a job she was denied because the manager thought she was, "too depressing" she ended up beating herself up over it. Her bad thoughts continued, "Why am I still here!? I'm nothing but a waste of damn space I can't even pass a simple math class, I don't know anything that will get me through life, like laws, rights, money, anything! My "friends" are only my friends because they pity me. No one actually likes me, they just tolerate me. I'm not attractive at all, I'm not good girlfriend material,  going to die alone. No one can love this.. Me. I hate this, I don't have an actual reason to be here, so why am I!?" All of these thoughts continued to drive her insane. She ended up failing her math class and going to summer school, it added to the Stress with only a little relief as she found she had passed. She admitted that life is a bitch, but she continued to ask what she did to deserve anything she'd gotten, good and bad.

The girl laid there one night, her music blasting in her headphones as her thoughts tortured her, she thought of ending it all, taking the easy way out, but a little voice I'm the back of her mind kept saying that it wasn't worth it. She listened to the voice. She knows people have it 100 times worse than she does, and she believes that her problems are insignificant to most. So she keeps quiet, she hides it and no one knows.

The girl sits there and thinks about what would be different if certain events didn't happen. She keeps going, hoping to find something to keep her going. But what she finds is unknown, it could be love, family, or even something so simple, like food.

This girl continues to live. With no real direction in life, but she will make the best of it.

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Lols sorry if this was confusing, I'm tired af, anywho I hope you enjoyed it. Also I'm sorry that the first one ended up being a depressing one ╮(╯▽╰)╭ it was a spur of the moment thing, I just wrote whatever came to mind.