I sit on my bed at 3 am with tears streaming down my face as I press on Amanda's name in my recent calls. It goes straight to voicemail, "Please leave a voicemail after the beep" The animated voice message speaks then a second long beep is heard. "Hey... I know you're probably at a party or your alseep. But I've been meaning to talk to you for a while now uhm.. I just wanted to tell you that it's done and I can't do it anymore. I can't live anymore... I'm done fighting. I'm done putting up with this, those scars on my arms... you know they're not from my cat, I don't have a cat, You know I didn't fall off my bike in the middle of the winter or scrap my arm on a door. You know everything!" I grab my free hand around the Glock I had laying in front of me. The tears started to pool in my eyes as I continued, "You don't listen! You don't understand... But you know how I feel. But you don't say anything either, I'm sorry Im a disappointment" I sniff "When you act sad I ask you how you are, you tell me you're fine I know you're not fine and I worry. But when I'm sad? Nothings wrong, not to you. not to them. not to anybody, Im sorry it had to be this way... Goodbye." I cock the gun and put it to my head. I take a deep breath before pulling the trigger. I slowly pull the trigger and when the big boom goes off in my head I fall.
I look around and I notice my limp body with a pool of blood next to my head start. I watch as my parents rush into my room and my mother starts to cry. Next thing I know all I see is darkness. Nothing. The feeling of loneliness starts to set in and I just cry out.
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Depressing/Sad Story's
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