Frog-Boy

Frog-Boy | James Olive

DISCLAIMER: Mentions of suicide. By writing of this story, this does not mean at any point that I am at all suicidal. It was just a story I was inspired to write. If you are feeling suicidal, and need help, I encourage you to call the Suicide Prevention Hotline (1-800-275-8255). Please, get help if you need it. Suicide is not the easy way out.

"Frog-Boy!"

I had the appearance of what seemed to be a humanized frog. Whenever I tried to take a walk around the block I lived on, people would close their window curtains, and hide their children. Considering the fact that I was only fourteen, and I decided to become homeschooled, I didn't have friends, and always felt as though there was no point in making any. Felt as if it was a waste of time on my part. I would watch out of my bedroom window and would see all the little children playing, about between the ages of five through nine. I would wish if I could also have a happy life, but instead I'd sit inside my own room. My mother was the only one who cared enough to talk to me, and wouldn't actually fake it. I would wish so much to have an actual friend, a real friend.

My mother gave me my first phone when I was tweleve, it's when I discovered a social media app where I could talk to others, over text and a voice chat. She even bought me earbuds to voice chat. Surprisingly, I actually made friends on it. They were so nice, and I finally felt happy. I loved this feeling. I loved it so much. It was an enjoyable feeling, really.

One month later, I was talking to one of my "online friends," and they asked to see what I looked like, so I'd hesitate and finally after two hours of trying to be convinced, I sent them a face picture. They didn't respond, until I went into another chat, and saw my picture, the picture I sent to my "friend." The people I met on that app all had started to make jokes, and soon were making fun of how I looked, and even kept saying "Frog-Boy."

I finally gave up. The happiness I felt before— gone. All the good feelings I felt earlier— gone. What was the point? I couldn't be happy even if I tried to. So, I give up. I was tired of this.

I was tired of it all.

As I wiped my eyes dry, I went out of my bedroom to look for some rope. Luckily, my mother was off at work. My father had died when I was only nine. I looked around the neighborhood, same thing as usual happened; nobody dared to go outside or look at me. After I found some rope, I returned home. I took a dining chair and brought it to my room. I stood on it and tied the rope end into a noose then tied the top of the rope to my ceiling fan. I was only 70lbs, which was underweight, so the fan was strong enough to hold me. I got off the chair and wrote a last note. Though I had been planning this for a while now, I never had mentioned it. After I finished the note, I set it on the end of my bed, and stood on the chair. With tears in my eyes, and flowing down my cheeks like a waterfall, I put my head through the noose, took a deep, shuddering breath, then kicked the chair down. Soon enough I started choking. My face turned purple, and then there was only my lifeless body hanging.

The lifeless body's neck and face were conpletely blue. It hung there. The corpses eyes were bloodshot red, and they remained open. The bedroom window's curtains were open, and people were gathering around to see. The corpse spun around slowly. One person even called the police, even though there was really nothing that they could do. It had now been half an hour after my death. People only care when you're dead, and ignore you when you're still alive.

Bonus: "I've been planning this for a while. I know it's not such a great idea, but I'm tired of the way people treat me, ignore me, are afraid of me. So, I gave up. The hapiness I felt is gone, and it's hard to get it back. I hate this. I'm sorry. I hope you know I do love you, but there's no reason to miss me. After I'm gone, you can finally have a normal and happy life.

Signed,
Tristan Wiltiker aka "Frog-Boy."

Author's Note: Hey! If you enjoyed this, please give me feedback! I wrote this story because lately I've been having writer's block, so I apologize for not being able to get my other works done. For now, to keep you posted, go follow my instagram, @/uncle.james
Thanks! I'll try to keep posting on my other work, but I'm not sure if I'll be able to. Bear with me! 791 words isn't too bad for this, right?