"Do you need me?"
I stare blankly at my reflection, dull gray eyes and a canvas scratched upon. Those four words painted red on the mirror's surface. I stare quietly until the pain disappears and all that is left is simply nothing but the echoes of the words left unsaid and the whispers of feelings unfelt.
Yet the sun is shining and birds are chirping, and isn't there anything more ironic than death on such a beautiful day?
"You don't need me," I say simply to my mother as I chew on my breakfast. I see a flash of worry in her eyes, but it passes and she is back to indifference. She shakes her head and looks at me and walks out of the kitchen. She doesn't need me.
"You don't need me," I say quietly to my brother while stuck in traffic on the drive to school. He cares but he thinks I'm joking, so he scoffs and smirks and turns the radio up. He doesn't need me.
"You don't need me," I say to my best friend as we walk to homeroom. We've made small talk and chatted and now we were quite until those four words. She looks at me, and I think I see worry. Then she sees the guy she likes across the hall, and it is forgotten. She doesn't need me.
"Do you need me?" I ask the boy whose hand I hold on my way home. He looks at me and lets go of my hand. He touches my neck with delicate fingers and gently pulls me towards him and kisses me. And he kisses me and kisses me until the question is lost and forgotten. I still have no answer. I don't think he needs me. Maybe he just needs someone to kiss.
"You don't need me," I say to myself as I sit on my floor with pen and paper.
"You don't need me because there are billions upon billions of people on this earth and I am merely an insignificant girl whose life holds little significance to everyone around her. And my life has been lived quietly and so simply, that if I were to leave or to die or to disappear, you'd forget me within one day and quite possibly would have me replaced within one week. You don't need me for I can so easily be replaced by someone greater and better and more beautiful. You don't need me because I am all that is dark in this world, and I may have needed you to show me light, but you. You don't need me."
These are the last words I speak.
The sun is setting, turning the sky a hazy red. Downstairs I hear my mother cooking, in the room beside me the sounds of my brother's music. Their lives will go on and they will forget.
And these four words, "you don't need me," I whisper as I stand here in this beautiful white dress and this necklace made of rope.
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a/n: after idk how long yay new one-shot and ok idk the ending wasnt idk ???.? hmmm
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Shot In The Dark.
Nouvelles"and maybe in the end, you'll be another memory, you'll be nothing but a story to tell."
