OverFiend
Here is another story I wrote. This is #3 on here out of 7. Thanks for reading it. I love reviews. :) Side note. When you read this story know I was REALLY depressed when writing it. :eek:
Only Me
I woke up today with a sharp pain in my head. I shrugged it off like any other bodily pain. I walked to the kitchen but no one was home. I figured mom took my brothers to school. So I got some breakfast and changed. After my little bit of food I ran to my car. I was already running late. I hopped in and drove to school. This was strange no cars. Ohh well I just parked and walked in. I heard some noises so I knew that I wasn't alone. I strolled to my locker I opened it and bent down to get my bible. I saw a note on the ground. It was addressed to The World. I thought I was part of the world so I read it.
"I write this letter on behalf of everyone. I am probably dead by now. For most of you, you would not care. But for that little few who might I am talking to you. Well life is pointless and I always end up doing wrong. I tried to fit in but no one cared about me. My Dad, my own flesh and blood, told me that I was a reject from hell. I thought it was a joke. He told me that he never jokes. So after I got over that part I found out that everyone at school hates me. The only reason they even talk to me is because they do it out of pity. Well now it is there turn. I hate them all too. I never did like any of them. But If I were to blame this coming on just one person it would be my sister. Yes her. She is a goody little christian. But I am the only one who knows the truth. I lived with her for some time so I know the things she does. She is a hypocrite. That one day she talked about how guys should cut off their hands if the masturbate. Well here is something you should all know. One night she was in her with a porno. What I saw will be burnt in my memory forever. So next time you see her you can forget the whole purity act." It paused and then there was a tear stain. "Well I guess this letter is getting harder to write. So I guess I will end it all."
I dropped the letter on the ground. I backed up and then picked it back up. I had to figure who's writing it was. I began to think of who's it might be. It looked so familiar. I put the letter in my pocket and ran upstairs. I had to tell someone. I made it to the office. I looked inside and no one was there. I ran down stairs and into the hall. After running all over I decided to drive home and call people. I took off running to my car. I hopped in and went to fix the mirror. I slowly looked at my reflection. There was a giant hole in my forehead. I grabbed the letter and read it once more. The handwriting was mine. I killed myself. This was a shock. I don't remember anything. I ran inside as I remembered the noise.
I kicked down the high school buildings door. I walked into my classroom. I saw someone sitting in my desk. "Excuse me. What is going on?" The figure stood up and walked towards me. It was clothed in an entire black sheet. It stretched out its arm and touched my forehead. I suddenly remembered everything. I went in my room and wrote that letter. I placed it on my locker and left. I took my dad's gun and committed suicide. It all came to me at once. I fell down and started crying. "Why? Why did I do it?" The figure walked over me and sat in a chair made of bones.
"Well. You see you killed yourself because you thought everyone hated you. But in reality you were the one everyone loved. No one hates you. You are the easiest person to get along with." The figure waved his hand and all of my classmates were in the room. They were all crying and mourning over me. One of them spoke of me as their hero. I couldn't believe that I had such an influence on people. Corey started to speak.
"He was a great person. His mind may have been focused on things other than school, but he always made me laugh." Other people got up and began to tell stories of how I made them laugh or made them no longer want to commit suicide. I stood up and walked over to Sara.
"I wished I would have stayed longer." I said as my hand went through her. The dark figure stood up and his chair vanished.
"Well it is to late. Your soul is now going to be in Hell for all Eternity." He waved his hand and they all disappeared. He walked into the snow and stopped. "See that." He pointed to the old septic tank. "I want you to walk in there. You will fall right into hell." I began to walk up to it. I stared into the hole. I saw only black, but felt heat. I was turning around when I felt a hand on my back. The figure stood behind me. His sheet fell off to reveal a tall man in complete white. "Well I guess this is your end." He pushed me into the hole. I began to fall. I fell for hours. When I hit the ground all was black. I looked up and the hole was gone. I heard the figures voice. "Welcome to YOUR Hell. You wanted to be alone, so you killed yourself. Well now for the rest of time. You will be alone." I screamed but I was cut off my his laughter. I tried to move but I was afraid of falling any more. I stood in one place shaking.
"Well." I said. "This is the price I pay."
Copywrite 2003 Zach Baker
Only Me
I woke up today with a sharp pain in my head. I shrugged it off like any other bodily pain. I walked to the kitchen but no one was home. I figured mom took my brothers to school. So I got some breakfast and changed. After my little bit of food I ran to my car. I was already running late. I hopped in and drove to school. This was strange no cars. Ohh well I just parked and walked in. I heard some noises so I knew that I wasn't alone. I strolled to my locker I opened it and bent down to get my bible. I saw a note on the ground. It was addressed to The World. I thought I was part of the world so I read it.
"I write this letter on behalf of everyone. I am probably dead by now. For most of you, you would not care. But for that little few who might I am talking to you. Well life is pointless and I always end up doing wrong. I tried to fit in but no one cared about me. My Dad, my own flesh and blood, told me that I was a reject from hell. I thought it was a joke. He told me that he never jokes. So after I got over that part I found out that everyone at school hates me. The only reason they even talk to me is because they do it out of pity. Well now it is there turn. I hate them all too. I never did like any of them. But If I were to blame this coming on just one person it would be my sister. Yes her. She is a goody little christian. But I am the only one who knows the truth. I lived with her for some time so I know the things she does. She is a hypocrite. That one day she talked about how guys should cut off their hands if the masturbate. Well here is something you should all know. One night she was in her with a porno. What I saw will be burnt in my memory forever. So next time you see her you can forget the whole purity act." It paused and then there was a tear stain. "Well I guess this letter is getting harder to write. So I guess I will end it all."
I dropped the letter on the ground. I backed up and then picked it back up. I had to figure who's writing it was. I began to think of who's it might be. It looked so familiar. I put the letter in my pocket and ran upstairs. I had to tell someone. I made it to the office. I looked inside and no one was there. I ran down stairs and into the hall. After running all over I decided to drive home and call people. I took off running to my car. I hopped in and went to fix the mirror. I slowly looked at my reflection. There was a giant hole in my forehead. I grabbed the letter and read it once more. The handwriting was mine. I killed myself. This was a shock. I don't remember anything. I ran inside as I remembered the noise.
I kicked down the high school buildings door. I walked into my classroom. I saw someone sitting in my desk. "Excuse me. What is going on?" The figure stood up and walked towards me. It was clothed in an entire black sheet. It stretched out its arm and touched my forehead. I suddenly remembered everything. I went in my room and wrote that letter. I placed it on my locker and left. I took my dad's gun and committed suicide. It all came to me at once. I fell down and started crying. "Why? Why did I do it?" The figure walked over me and sat in a chair made of bones.
"Well. You see you killed yourself because you thought everyone hated you. But in reality you were the one everyone loved. No one hates you. You are the easiest person to get along with." The figure waved his hand and all of my classmates were in the room. They were all crying and mourning over me. One of them spoke of me as their hero. I couldn't believe that I had such an influence on people. Corey started to speak.
"He was a great person. His mind may have been focused on things other than school, but he always made me laugh." Other people got up and began to tell stories of how I made them laugh or made them no longer want to commit suicide. I stood up and walked over to Sara.
"I wished I would have stayed longer." I said as my hand went through her. The dark figure stood up and his chair vanished.
"Well it is to late. Your soul is now going to be in Hell for all Eternity." He waved his hand and they all disappeared. He walked into the snow and stopped. "See that." He pointed to the old septic tank. "I want you to walk in there. You will fall right into hell." I began to walk up to it. I stared into the hole. I saw only black, but felt heat. I was turning around when I felt a hand on my back. The figure stood behind me. His sheet fell off to reveal a tall man in complete white. "Well I guess this is your end." He pushed me into the hole. I began to fall. I fell for hours. When I hit the ground all was black. I looked up and the hole was gone. I heard the figures voice. "Welcome to YOUR Hell. You wanted to be alone, so you killed yourself. Well now for the rest of time. You will be alone." I screamed but I was cut off my his laughter. I tried to move but I was afraid of falling any more. I stood in one place shaking.
"Well." I said. "This is the price I pay."
Copywrite 2003 Zach Baker