"Worthless," slips from her lips like the tears in my eyes that threaten to do the same. Smiling falsely, pretending I never heard the word, I turn away. Retreating, my legs collapse as I close myself away. Pulling the covers close, I shrink into myself.
"I'm disgusted every time I look at you,"
"You're just my retirement plan,"
"Be nicer to me, I Feed you,"
"Worthless."
Shaking, I feel the coolness of my tears slide down my face. Gasping, as my breathing becomes harder to manage, I call him.
"Are you crying? Pathetic. Stop now or I'll take that phone away for months!" Shrieks my mother.
"I'm disgusting,"
"I'm nothing but hers,"
"Don't be silent! What?! Am I too 'rude' for you to speak to? You keep acting like this and you won't leave the house for anything!" Screams her words, echoing in my head.
"I need her to live. She's always right,"
"I'm worthless,"
"I'm pathetic."
Storming away, she slams her door. It ends quickly, but it never leaves my head.
2 calls. No answer.
"What can I expect though? I am always just bothering people anyways. I honestly need to apologise for just existing at this point."
Sobs seemingly endlessly rack my body, shaking as though an earthquake was bringing the world down around me.
"You're overreacting! Just calm down!"
"Don't complain, your life could be worse!"
Echoing voices ringing in my ears as my racing heart throbs in my chest sends me over the edge.
"We'd be better off if you didn't come."
"What are you gonna do? It's not like you're suicidal like me."
"Kill yourself"
Like a match in a dark room, one thought is burning away. Feeling like the only solution in a helpless situation, that thought becomes an image, a rope, or maybe a bottle of pills.
"Kill yourself"
An attempt at noose tying tells me pills are the best option, but which ones I keep thinking.
"Kill myself"
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Short Story"Sticks and stones will break my bones but words will -always- hurt me"
