Lost and Found:Short stories and Poems

Short Story I wrote for my high school English class

* Trigger Warning: Suicidal tendencies  and depressive thoughts*

Lisa walked down the lonely street to her enormous empty house, she was used to going home and being alone it had always been this way. Lisa had tons of friends but no one she could actually talk to for they were friends with her for her money. Plus they wouldn't understand how she could ever feel sad since she was the richest girl at her school. 

Lisa has felt like it takes a lot out of her to keep moving each day, sometimes she wishes she could give up and just stay in her bed. She had finally made it up the dull gates to her house that she comes home to everyday. Lisa hits the intercom and waits for the only person who might actually care about her to answer.

" Miss.Anderson, is that you?" asks her cranky, old butler. 

"Yes, Leon." Lisa answers weakly.

After she answers the gates swing open, she drags her feet up the dull stone path. Not really wanting to go home, but having no where else to go she continued on. Lisa looked at her mansion that anyone else would have gasped at it's beauty, and be happy to come home to. Lisa hadn't felt like that in what seemed like forever instead she felt trapped, as if she were drowning in the ocean. Seaweed wrapped around her feet dragging her down unable to escape. 

Lisa pushed on the heavy wooden doors as slowly as possible; trying to fight going in the lonesome house even though she should be used to it by now. When she walked through the door she was greeted by silence; of course no one but her butler was here it had been this way for years. Why would today be any different. Lisa trudged up the long twisted stairs to her glamorous bathroom; where she opened her cabinet to take as she called it her "numbing medicine". As Lisa closed the cabinet she looked into the mirror, people have always told her that she looked like her mother. With shiny brown hair, big blue eyes, and a heart shaped face. Lisa's mother had been the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. She could never compare to her mother's beauty, her mother also had been a very selfless woman. Lisa was the opposite she was ugly and selfish. The world has a sick and twisted sense of humor, 

Lisa walked to her room with a huge pain starting in her stomach it was a new feeling since all she had been feeling was loneliness. She welcomed it with open arms and as she waited for the suffocating to finally stop, Lisa thought of her father the man drowning himself in his work at the moment, while his daughter laid down alone drowning herself but in a different way. 

Lisa closed her eyes for her long awaited slumber. Finally in what had been years of loneliness, she felt peace.