My Short Stories

Another Life

(WARNING: Mention of Blood and Language!)

"We'll hang out tomorrow, alright?" That was a lie.

"Okay, see ya!" That was a big, fat lie.

I closed and locked the door, face planting onto my couch. Another day of spending time with friends, another of just being ignored. Heck, I don't even know if "friends" is the right type of word. 'What the heck is wrong with you ?! Pull yourself together!' 

I stared at the clock on my wall, its ticking sound only being heard in the quiet room. "... Well, so much for having a good day. As if I'll ever get one." I said to myself as I stood up, walking into my room to get ready for the night... A night to remember if anyone were to care.

I've already had it with all the positive shit and "be happy" stuff. It's pointless, no matter how much anyone convinces me. Can't they just already see they can't help me anymore?! Heh, idiots. I've heard those words a bunch of times, I've said those same exact words. Every. Single. Fucking. Time!!! And yet, I still can't believe them. What I say is not what I mean, yet I still speak... I really am hopeless.

"Alright, let's see... Knife? Check. Rope? Check. Chair? Check. Pills?... Ah shoot, where did I put them?" I looked around, trying to find the little container. I then spotted them on the might counter, right by the... Oh. "... If only I had enough time."

I picked up the container, along with the photograph of a family. A happy family. There smiles, it all looked so real, as if nothing can stop them. Of course, I already know one of them are fake. It was too late for the others to notice. Glad they had great acting and lying skills. If not, OFF TO ASYLUM WE GO!!! Heheh...

"___, you little shit, stop lying to yourself already," I spoke out as I set down the photograph. I went back to where the rest of the items were and got ready. Just gotta make this into a noose first, then...

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Police officers were inside a little house. Neighbors said they haven't seen the owner for a few days coming out. As they searched inside, one opened the door to the owner's bedroom. What he saw shocked him with fear and confusion. A chair was next to the window as a rope was tied to it, the rest of it going outside of the window. A knife with a few drops of blood on it laid on the floor next to a writing that has been carved on the wall. It read:

"I'M FINALLY IN PEACE"

There was no body found. And nobody cared. At least the person is living their own life now. That's good, right?