Short Stories

I Should've Died

*IF MENTIONS OF SUICIDE AND SUCH THINGS TRIGGER YOU! SKIP THIS CHAPTER!*

I couldn't tell if I was angry, sad, or falling apart. Maybe it was all three. I glanced at the mirror that stood in front of me, my reflection stared back at me. I look disgusting, my hair was supposed to be a short pixie cut but since I haven't gotten it cut in a while it was a gross in-between length. My eyes were a dull green and my skin was pale and clammy. My body was slinky and awkward, I stared long and hard but I couldn't find anything good to say.

"I wish I was dead, I wish I could just die and for everybody to forget me..." I had been in a car accident a while back, whenever I think about it I go out of my body and see a mangled body that used to be me. I hate how that opportunity wasted away with only a few bruises. I could've died and it wouldn't be a suicide, it would be a complete accident. Everyone wins, I would be dead, my friends would be sad but since it wasn't a suicide then they should've kept living on, my parents would be great without me disappointing them all the time.