Short Stories

I Finally Did It.

Cry alone, I've gone away

No more nights, no more pain

I've gone alone, took all my strength

I've made the change,

I won't see you tonight

I knew this was going to happen. It's inevitable. I don't blame anyone of course. I can only numb myself and pray that she forgets and forgives. Ah, but what is the point of praying? After all, it's over.

DAY 1:

I did it again. I messed up again. How do I correct this? It's not the same this time. I can tell. Every other day she would always remind me the usual things.

"Jane, don't forget to eat dinner." "Jane, don't forget to take your pills. You're sick." "Jane, what time are you coming back?"

This time... this time she doesn't even look at me. This was the last straw, wasn't it? No more chances, no more time. How will I go by my days knowing I'm now invisible to you?

DAY 2:

I didn't see her in the morning. She must have left early for work. Or maybe she was just avoiding me? I shouldn't be surprised. I ruined everything anyway. But... maybe... just maybe... I do have hope.

There is no breakfast on the table. I'll be late for school if waste time on breakfast. Guess I won't be eating in the mornings now.

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She's home. Cooking? No. Just staring out the window. There's nothing but grey buildings out there. Why bother to look? I greeted her.

...

Nothing. Maybe she couldn't here me? No. She heard me loud and clear. She's just... ignoring me. Nothing gets better.

DAY 3:

There is food on the table. But they're not for me. Probably. Everyone else BUT me. I guess that's a natural punishment for someone who only disappoints. She doesn't talk to me anymore. How long will this continue? Its torturous enough not hearing your voice, now you won't even look at me.

DAY 4:

She's been returning late these days. Is it just my imagination? No. She really is avoiding me. I called out to her.

No answer.

Called her again.

She left.

So this is how its gonna be? It doesn't matter how long anymore. This can't go on. Not for me. I have to do something about this. Its killing me.

DAY 6:

Old habits die hard, they say. Its true. I haven't bought a pack of cigarettes in years. I thought that was finally done for. I was wrong. The doze of emptiness you get when you inhale that polluted smoke have truly been missed. I see it now. It's not that bad. I've seen people survive even when they smoke every day. I'm sure it'll be fine for me. Nothing has happen so far anyway, right?

What is happening to me?

DAY 10:

When it comes to alcohol, there's rules on how you should probably drink it without terribly deteriorating your health. But when you're emotionally unstable, nothing else matters. You see, I was raised to believe that consuming such a toxic drink is forbidden. So for the first time tonight, I tasted sweet, sweet nectar. Wow, booze takes you to a whole different world. You see, you forget everything that went wrong in your life and your thoughts are just clouded with happiness.