The Beginnning of the End

15 0 0
                                    

I was dead, dying. I wish I had gone back to say goodbye to them all, maybe to fill the empty hole in my heart. But why would it matter? After all they would never ever remember me. I would just be a memory. A memory that's all. Just a little piece of them, a past memory. Just a dream. They would probably wake up thinking who is she? And go through their belongings trying to remember who was I, knowing - no thinking they know me, who am I? Then forget, that's the magic of myself. Forget, forget, forget. The one word that has been uttered throughout my life.
Or had it been a life? A painful sensation bubbled up into my leg, funny how I hadn't noticed. Tears rolled down my cheek as the pain took over. My vision darkened but my pain didn't disappear. Not the pain in my leg which was literally killing me. But the pain of my family and friends, and Connor. Oh Connor. My salty tears ran down my cheek. Would he still remember me? After all I was the one who knew his greatest secret.
I cried even more this was true pain, this was true pain.
My life had been a lie. The biggest one ever.
You know how they say you have your life flash before you, just before deaths door. Well I knew I was at deaths door, and I could feel it as well, but my life had never flashed before my eyes. Maybe it's because I had never been truly living, before I had died. But I wasn't a ghost either, I had been living. Nobody, besides me and Mr. Henri could understand what kind of scientific phenomenon had happened to me, of if was one myself, I was a freak of nature.
All of those kids nasty insults had come back to me. Just those insults themselves made me cry even harder. All of my pain had entailed me back to this place. A Brooklyn alley, the Brooklyn alley, the one that I had died in.
Me, a freak of nature. Who had been born to die.
And then I died.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
So this is my story, I'm not sure whether or not to add more to this short story. Please tell me if I should or if I shouldn't add more.

Born to DieWhere stories live. Discover now