A Mountain Above

A Mountain Above

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For the Mind Over Matter Contest, I've created a short story about how I've personally overcome my negative, internal monologues to create a more positive outlook on life, as well as move forward beyond the darkness that has ensnared me as it does many in our individual walks of life. This is based more or less on an experience I had where I was assaulted after meeting someone online that went to my school and agreeing to meet for coffee. Though I've kept the description to a minimum, please be wary if you have any triggers that might rear up at having read such a thing. The whole source of my negative voices was as a result of having been in an abusive friendship/relationship for a larger majority of my childhood that left me thinking that I was worth nothing. His voice of destruction still haunts me to this day sometimes, but I wanted to share this time that I managed to ignore that voice and get myself out of harms way. Stay strong my friends; read away! I hope you all enjoy it, despite its more negative themes. (This story must be 500 words or less, so keep in mind that this is not a book; it will not be that long. Whatever conclusion I come to is the conclusion that will stick.)
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"Don't you see now why we can't be together?" I whispered at the crazy boy in front of me. "Aren't you repulsed by me? Disgusted? Dis interested? Can't you just tear my heart out and leave like any other normal teenage boy?" My voice cracked. He simply shook his head. "Sweetheart, I thought I made it clear from the first time I said it," He paused, "I. Like. You." He emphasized every word, and I gaped at him. "Hell of a lot, actually, so it'd be great if you stopped being salty and liked me back." "Don't you get it?" I whispered unbelievingly, "After all that, and you still don't get why I can't be with you?" He seemed relaxed, calm. Too calm for this situation. "My life doesn't involve a guy like you, Nathan. Never did. You're not my knight in shinning armor, and you aren't going to save me. This is reality, the real world. And the real world doesn't have happy endings." ---- To me, there's are six different types of crying. One; The Breakdown. Two; The Longing. Three; The Hysterical. Four; The Broken. Five; The Happy. Six; The Inevitable." ---- This short story is very depressing, I'm warning you now. It may trigger memories, or depression symptoms.

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