A/N: So this was a story I wrote about three years ago, but I can't find the exact version of the story. So I rewrote the story, but it's pretty much the same story i wrote for my English class three years ago and got me sent to guidance. Except this is longer... Oops...
I was all alone, shut out by everyone in the world. My parents are afraid to talk to me, and I only have one friend (if she was even close enough to consider a friend). But it made sense, for who would want to interact with someone as depressed as me? I locked myself in my room about a week ago, (I lost track of the days,) and nobody has even tried to get me to come out. I haven't eaten anything or slept for more than an hour each day. I just can't. The only light in my room is from the open window, where a gentle breeze brought a peace of paper through the opening. I unfolded it with shaky hands, and my eyes widened since it was a note for me.
I know something is up.
Meet me at xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.
We need to talk.
-Lu
After reading over the note a few times, I knew that if I went, I definently wouldn't be worse off than I was already. And it was my only friend, so how could this go wrong?
Even though nobody at home would notice I was gone, I blocked my door with my desk chair and climbed out my open window to make my way to the address written on the note.
YOU ARE READING
All Hope is Lost
Short StoryA story of hopelessness, and betrayal. DO NOT READ IF YOU EASILY GET TRIGGERED. IF I LIST THE TRIGGERS, I WILL SPOIL THE STORY, SO IF ANYTHING TRIGGERS YOU, PLEASE AVOID THIS STORY BECAUSE BETTER SAFE THAN SORRY.