She slammed the door closed, the tears won't stop running down her face, she hits her head into the pillow, "Why was I ever born?!" she screams out, her father runs up the stairs before her father can open the door, she quickly locks it. "Ash? open the door!" he screams, her father yells repeatedly. she sits on the floor, leaning against her bed soaked in tears. Her father begins banging on the door, screaming in worry. She stands up and walked over to the window she gazed out, at the beautiful sunset, she opened the window, a soft warm breeze blew against her pale skin. Her father was still banging heavily on the door with both fists, she remembered all the harsh things they all said, the tears start flooding again. She stands on the edge of the window and looked down, suddenly her incredibly afraid father busted into her bedroom, "Ash!" He yelled. she slowly turned around and spread her arms outwards "suicidal people are angels who want to go home" she whispered softly. Her father grabbed her arm, she fell backwards. father wasn't all that strong, losing his grip on his daughter's arm, he watched as he saw his own special baby child fall down, down, down, splat.
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Short depressing/horror stories
RandomThis will contain short horror and depressing stories. it's not really that horror like because when it comes to horror I love it but I can't really write about horror.......... yes I know my life is sad.
