Hey, hey guys. I wrote a short story a while back so can you guys please gimme your opinions on it? I know its a bit sped up, but its supposed to be short&ironic bc school. Isnt it hilarious how, despite all the therapy, all the pep-talk from near and dear, all my efforts to stay alive, all my reasons to live and keep fighting, are shattered and revered to reasons to die and end it all, in mere milliseconds, all because of five words, from one person, who doesnt even have anything to do with my life anymore? I find it a bit hilarious that last year, I was standing on my balcony, twelve feet up high, half naked during a snow storm. I was standing there with my arms by my side, trying to see what itd feel like to go to heaven. A bright, white light. As I fell down, with my stomach facing towards the sky, I noticed a bright light. What was calming, is that the light seemed to get closer towards the earth as I did too. I woke up in the hospital around the corner of my street. Attempted suicide. read my hospital sheet. I was in there for 3 months, and I havent had a single visit. Not friends, nor family... it had seemed they were too busy to take 1 hour from their days to just say a simple hello!. Its my birthday, again. Im finally old enough to buy a gun. Snowstorm again this year. But it wasnt as bad as it was last year. As I was heading down the street to TripleXGuns, there was a light on the other side of the road. I didnt bother following it, it couldve been a front porch light. I bought an Eagle Pistol and three bullets. Quickly, I tried to walk back home. I couldnt keep my mind off that light. I turned back around and walked back two blocks to where the light was. It was behind a fence, but my curiosity couldnt stop. I climbed over the fence and walked toward the light. Seemed to be more brighter and bigger up close. The floor began to shaken, but I didnt mind. I figured it was the storm numbing my feet already. I stood directly in front of the light, just a few yards away. I raised my arms and dropped down to my knees. It seemed to have gotten closer to me, and closer, and closer. Quicker by every second. The birthday cake I had made for myself had candle wax all over it. I left the candles on just in case the storm turned my electricity off before I returned home. I didnt. If I werent deaf, I wouldve stepped away from the train tracks. I wanted to die, just at my own will.
Posted on: Tue, 08 Apr 2014 03:26:23 +0000
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