Short Horror Stories

A Suicide Story

~This is in third person~

There was a girl on the floor. She was drenched in blood, surrounded by pools of the deep red, glistening around her.Her parents stood over her, a young boy, her brother, sobbing in grief nearby. As her parents stood, shocked, neighbors came in, wondering what was the matter. When they came close enough, they saw what the parents had, and stopped, stunned, as the girl lay there bleeding to death.

Slowly, as though dreaming, the mother reached forwards, hands shaking, and turned her daughter over. Stifling a shriek, she backed away, sobbing, into the arms of her love. The girl was staring at the spotted ceiling now, eyes fading dull and blank as she died in front of them. The mothers gaze trailed down again, to look at the knife her daughter had embedded in her stomach, hands loosely wrapped around the engraved handle.

Unable to look any longer, she turned her head, sobbing anew. The father, prompted into action by the sound, called out hoarsely, "Call 911! Somebody, please, call 911!"

In response, one of the neighbors, an older woman, numbly dialed, then was silent as the operator said "911, whats your emergency?"

"There's a y-y-young girl, " she said in a shaky voice, "w-who has a k-knife wound i-in her stomach," she finished, stuttering.

"Whats the address, ma'am?" The operator asked, sounding concerned.

"T-the address is -------------," she told the operator, as he told her help would be on the way, then ended the call. The room was almost silent for a second, then the mother wrenched away from her loved one, and started sobbing, holding her daughters bloodied hand.

"Hold on, babygirl, they're coming, they'll save you, they're coming, hold on, please hold on, stay with me, please don't go, I'm right here babygirl, I'm right here," she spoke frantically, saying the same things over and over until they got there. When the medics did, they pulled the mother away from her daughter, telling her that her daughter was going to be fine, they were going to save her, it was going to be okay.

The room was now full of people, most shocked at what was going on. The medics rushed around, checking the girls pulse, putting an oxygen mask on her, and bringing out a stretcher to carry her into the ambulance on. As they picked her up, a piece of paper drifted out of her blood-stained pockets. Stone-faced, with tears still streaming down his face, the father picked it up and read aloud in a shaky voice.

"You can't fix whats already broken, " he read, then collapsed into himself, devastated. Letting go of the note, he started keening over his daughter, the shrill low sound filling the room. Slowly, the neighbors left, stunned into silence. Finally, it was only the small family of soon to be 3, leaving them to stare at the blood stains on the floor.
Hours later, they were at the hospital, awaiting news of their precious daughter. As a doctor walked out of the white washed room, they sat up, hoping for good news. The doctor looked at the tearstained faces of the young family waiting, and shook his head. She was gone. The mother collapsed in on herself, sobbing uncontrollably in grief. Later, when they got home to their bloodied house, none of them could sleep, all of them grieving and full of regret and guilt. By morning, the little boy, the girls young brother, had to leave for school, his band class at his sister's school. His face puffed and red from crying, he went to his sister's closest friends and told them of what had happened. Instantly, the girls lover broke down, tears streaming down his face as he heard the tale of his dear loves death. The younger brother finished telling the tale of what happened, and started crying again himself as his older sisters friends surrounded him, all ashen-faced. As people noticed them, an old ex-friend of the young boys sister came over to ask what was going on. Speaking through his tears, the young boy said "she's gone... My sister's gone forever," and lapsed into silence as the ex-friend gasped and fainted into their own loves arms. At that moment, the school bell rang, and slowly everyone left to class, except the small group of people. As the hall cleared, they stayed there, mourning the loss of their friend. After a while, they were all told to go to class. By the end of the day, everybody in the school knew, knew what had happened to the seemingly happy girl who was now gone. All who had known or her were horror-stricken and filled with grief. As the weeks passed, though, slowly everyone forgot. Everyone had forgotten her except her family, closest friends, and her love. Years passed until finally the only people who remembered her were her family and her dear lover. Her lover never forgot about her, and had loved no one since her. It became too much for him one day, to keep going without his sweet girl, and so he stopped eating, did nothing but look at her picture until he died, the picture clutched in his arms as though he were trying to save her. In the frame of the picture, a note was hidden. It read this;
My love said this once upon a time. You can't fix what has been broken, but I still loved her in spite of that. She shouldn't have died, not so young. Her death was just yet another that had been over glorified and forgotten. She should have lived long, till her hair white and skin wrinkled. She should have been congratulated for the path she made for herself. Been happy and successful. Not her death. Stop glorifying this, find a grandparent or someone else, and congratulate them for paving a path and living a good long life. Now that's something that should be celebrated.

The End