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posted September 12, 2012 at 10:34pm UTC tagged with story
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- |Suicide Guardian| Prologue As she lay in bed, watching the whiteness of her bedroom light slowly turn black, her heart beat quickened, and her mind screamed, "Breathe! Breathe dammit, breathe!" Only she couldn't. Not after this one. With her final breath of life, she softly whispered, "I'm sorry" and closed her eyes Another swam quickly to the bottom of the lake. Once she reached the bottom, she opened her mouth and her eyes. Fish surrounded her, as did bubbles filled with her last taste of the cool, crisp air that always settled over this area. Water filled her lungs, and instincts kicked in, trying to swim to the surface twenty feet above her. She made it, but not alive. The final girl in our tale sat around a campfire, laughing with her friends. If only the knew her pain, the pain they, unknowingly of course, put her through. "I'll be right back. Bathroom," she said standing up and grabbing her bag, careful not to accidentally pull he trigger. As soon as she was out of sight, she reached into her bag, and pulled out the pistol. Taking a breath, she put the cold, metal tube up to her head. With a small squeeze of her finger, she was gone. [Sorry about the short Prologue! I was going to make Chapter One part of it, but the code was too long. To my readers who are reading my other story sorry i haven't been posting! The story is on my flashdrive and it's somewhere in my backpack. I'll try to start posting both stories.] [Thanks for reading! And feedback is appriciated!]
- |Suicide Guardian| Chapter Two (Part One) AsAfter that encounter, I was Clarina's shadow for a couple hundred souls. Then, when she thought I was ready, I had to do the process by myself. I remember being nervous as hell (haha get it?) but I changed my persona to look calm and collected, which really helps sometimes with the more frantic spirits. The girl I had to embrace into the afterlife, well, I knew her. Opal Bernheart. We had hardly ever talked in grade school, and then she moved to south New Hampshire before starting high school. She still looked the same: mousey blonde hair, green eyes, short stature made up for with her powerful looking muscles. She even had the same wore down gray Vans she was famous for. Or maybe they were a different pair, and just the same style and color. Anyways, I saw her sitting in her room. Pale blue walls with different building posters on them, schematics for her own building (she wanted to be an Architect) , her clothes either tucked into a drawer or sitting in her overflowing hamper. On the edge of her bed was her cell phone. Opal was sitting at the top with a complete look of 'I'm giving up'. I moved to the edge of her bed, and looked at the phone. There were messages from her contacts and unknown numbers, a majority saying along the lines of 'Go die', 'no one wants to be your friend', and 'go back to the hole you came from'. Buzz buzz. Buzz buzz. Another message. Pausing for a moment, she picked up the phone, and opened the message. From: Unknown Number Message: h3y fr3@k y u n0 r3@liz n0 1 w@nts u h3r3 g0 cut urs3lf & whil3 ur @t it kill urs3lf I watched her type a reply as a small, lone tear pricked up from her eye and trail down her cheek. Reply: Be careful what you say. Someone might just take your advice. She hit the send button. After the message sent, she walked over to her desk and pulled up a notebook. In her neat handwriting, she wrote her suicide note. To My Family, It wasn't your fault. There was nothing you could have done. No amount of therapy or whatever could have fixed the emotional and psychological damage that's been given to me. Don't blame yourselves at all. It would have happened if we hadn't have moved. But we did. It was inevitable. To Valerie, You're my one and only friend. Yet, I didn't even tell you about what was going on. You couldn't have done anything, just as my family couldn't have. Once again, don't blame yourself. I'm just sorry about our fight. I didn't mean to tell Ian that. I didn't know he'd get so upset. I'm sorry about everything and I hope you forgive me. I just feel like I've let you down some how. That I wasn't as strong as I should be. I'm glad I knew you for the time I did. Thanks for the memories. To My 'Special' Classmates, You guys know who you are, and yes, I am pinning this on you. If it hadn't been for your constant texts and emails telling me to go cut myself or kill myself, I probably wouldn't have done it. You guys should come to realize just how much words can really hurt. Have fun dealing with the guilt and regret. And if you don't feel any, I'll see you in Hell. [So Chapter Two (Part One). Part Two will be up as soon as I post this Sorry the story has been depressing and dark so far. I'm hopefully gonna change that. Romance? Adventure? Hmm? Who knows!] [Thanks for reading! And feedback is appriciated!]
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