Phan short stories

Please Read

*A/N Please Read this was very hard for me to type but I felt it needed to be said* Hey. So this isn't a phan story but I just wanted to post this because I was going through some of my old papers and deleting and I came across this paper I wrote earlier this year. The reason it stood out to me was because after reading this my teacher actually called in my mom and talked to her. My mom came up to me and was yelling at me(as usual) because she said my paper was extremely inappropriate. When I went to go talk to the teacher later she told this paper did have a few sexual references and innuendos(which I didn't intend it to but looking back at it now I understand) and that she thought it was a cry for help. The reason she thought that was because earlier this year I was hospitalized for self harm and later on a suicide attempt.(please don't feel sorry for me or criticize me please) I was and still am in a dark place and she thought this paper was me talking about how I feel and looking back now i see that it was not so much a cry for help but a form of therapy and expression. Writing has always been a huge form of expression to me. I don't mean like in a dairy or writing super emotional poetry but writing/reading a story with characters you could relate with how where going through the same thing as you. So the reason this hit me so hard was because I thought I had finally found a teacher who would allow me to express myself and wouldn't get scared off by me...but I guess I was wrong. She left at the end of the year and I can't help but feel in some way is was at least somewhat my fault. So when I found Wattpad a place where people post stories and other things similar to what I've written in the past I was so happy because I felt like I'd found somewhere where I could not only read stories I could relate to but people can relate to the things I write which is all I've ever wanted. So thank you for actually reading this I know I'm just some random person on the internet that you probably don't even know but I just really wanted to share how much Wattpad has help me during a hard point in my life and how I appreciate ever one of you who reads my stories and everyone who writes stories that I read. ILY ALL and remember you're never alone there's always somewhere you belong you just have to find it <3
P.s. I start crying while writing this so sorry if it kind of rant like or emotional T-T XD and I've copy the paper below so you can read it if you want or don't lol bye!
   Taken by darkness
"Hey honey. Do you want a banana?"
     "Sure mom."
     The cabinet door swings open. Allowing light to spill in, encompassing me in a blanket like warmth. A warm object surrounds me tightening its grip around me. It brings me deeper into the light warmth and hands me off to a warmer object with a loser grip.
     "Here."
     "Thanks."
     The hands position shifts as my stem is grip by its fingers. A burning pain shoots through me , like a forest fire destroying everything in its path of rage. My stem is bent back, tearing apart my delicate cover. The hand extracts my inner contents and gripping it In its hand. It moves it slowly toward it mouth and tosses me aside onto the table. I lay helplessly watching as my previous belonging is not only stolen but devoured right in front of me.
     "Be sure to throw away the peel, honey."
     "I will." The monster speaks.
       The monster shoves it's stolen treasure into its gaping hole of destruction. It stands. It grabs me pulling me up into the air moving in a direction I can only hope leads to my sweet demise. It opens a door leading into an object I have heard of many times before but never been near or even seen. It brings me closer and closer still to the mysterious void. The beasts grip is released and I plummet down into the hell like darkness landing on a pile of something with a horrid stench being released from it. The door to the horrid smelling void is closed, leaving me in a darkness greater than any I have ever experienced.
     I have lost track of time, but I believe it has been somewhere around 5-8 hours. I've been left in this hell and I have no way of escaping. The silence is maddening and the darkness is endless. The worst part of it isn't the darkness or even silence. It's the loneliness. The longing for comfort, longing for touch. It's not just the feeling of being alone, it's the feeling of being abandoned. Abandoned by light and sanity. Abandoned by warmth and love. Abandoned by happiness. This feeling of lose isn't external lose but internal. I have lost myself, My mind and my want to live. Death seems all that will satisfy this need for release from the dark.
     "Honey, can you take out the trash please?" A voice comes from outside my prison.
     "Ugh...why?"
     "Please?"
      "Fine."
       The door to the prison is open allowing light to enter. My body is filled with that familiar warmth withdrawing me momentarily from the darkness. I am again surrounded by the, all to familiar, darkness I so eagerly wanted to escape. A cold plastic presses against me, pushing me closer to the rancid odor. I want to push through the thin wall but escape seems absurd. The sounds of birds chirping and wind rustling trees fills the bag of hell. I can feel sun attempting to penetrate the wall of plastic. Unfortunately, it's just far enough to where it can not reach me. Again darkness seems inevitable and fear seeps in.
     "Hey, Chris!" An unfamiliar voice is heard.
     I consider screaming out for help, but the back down once the familiar beast's voice is heard in response to the stranger.
     "Hey!"
     "How are you?"
     "Eh...my mom's making me take out the trash."
     "Oh right, I couldn't tell from the trash bag in your hands." The voice replied sarcastically.
    "Oh yeah." The bag is shaken and a laugh comes from outside.
    "Well, I just wanted to say "hi" see you later Chris." The voice becomes distant.
    "Bye Trent." The familiar voice says slightly louder.
    I hear a door being lifted open and the plastic prison is tossed into a new cage. It lands on top of other softer objects making a crumpling sound. The sound of a slamming door is heard above and I am again cast into a seas of darkness. I am again trapped in a void of darkness this one less escapable than the other. Loneliness again grabs hold and the sickening silence fills my head with thoughts of hopelessness. I lay back in the bag, being covered in the horrid smelling substance. I contemplate my means of escape with no accessible routes surfacing. The hopelessness of the situation becomes apart and I am preparing myself for an eternity in darkness. Realization I will never see light again the madness begins seeping in and my soul begins deteriorating. This is my home now my home is darkness. My mind is darkness.