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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Teens
- Theme: Drama / Human Interest
- Subject: Other / Not Listed
- Published: 09/01/2021
Not wanted
F, from Indiana, United StatesDisclaimer: this story has death and other triggering topics (I think)
I am not thinking about death and any other thing that’s happening. I’m perfectly fine I just felt like I needed to write an emotion-felt story. Hope you enjoy!
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I rushed back to my “room” my face was warm as the tears tickled down them.
Angie had gone too far this time. She had slapped me! But it wasn’t her usual slap to get me back in check, it was a drunken angry slap that if it had a little more power it would’ve knocked me to next week.
I shut the door and slid down it as soon as it shut. I sat there out of breath from running all the way from Angie’s guest house back to her normal house.
I slowly stood up after hours of crying and went to my pillow case to find the knife. This knife held the future of my life and at that time I didn’t care. I slide the sharp blade into a big heart shape on my stomach. I winced a the pain but it was what I needed. It went black a few seconds later.
Arora
I had watched her get slapped and didn't interfere. I knew Angie when she was mad at one person she was mad at everybody.
Although I never interfered when it happened I always went to check on her after. Me and Anastasia had become friends or semi friends.
I walked to her closet to find a puddle of blood and an unconscious Anastasia.
Fear ran through my body as I finally took notice of the situation at hand. I entered the room further. I then understood what happened when I saw the blood covered knife in Anastasia's left hand.
She had killed herself. I bent over and gently picked her unconscious body up. “Anastasia, I'm so sorry” I said softly. “I’m sorry for not sticking up for you when Angie was handsy” I whispered in her ear not knowing if she could hear me. “I’m sorry that I was there and I just let it happen… I could’ve saved you” I whispered my voice cracking at the end.
I bit my lip after seeing no signs of life. I placed her back where she was and whispered; “I hope your in a better place now” and I left the room.
“Arora are you ok you seem out of it” my friend Legacy asked. I shook my head yes but my mind was screaming NO! I wasn’t about to tell her I walked in and saw Anastasia dead on the floor m. She’d tell Angie and then Angie would try to investigate then it would all come back to me since i was the one there. “Earth to Arora!” I heard, my head snapped up and gave her a tight smile.
“Are you sure your ok?” Legacy asked. I knew she cared but sometimes she pushed too much and I hated it at this moment. “Legacy I said I’m fine, let it go!” I snapped as I stood up storming out of the room a few seconds later.
I ended up back at Anastasia’s room. I saw her body still there untouched from anybody but me. “Ana please come back” I said, tears threatening to escape. I closed my eyes knowing it was just a wish. I sat in her blood puddle and cried.
My friend who I hardly knew. Had killed herself. Was I not enough? To stay alive? Was life that hard for you? I’d never know and now I’d never get to ask.
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I know I’ve never dealt with a friend who died of suicide and I know everyone grieves differently don’t take offense to this.
Not wanted(Shanti)
Disclaimer: this story has death and other triggering topics (I think)
I am not thinking about death and any other thing that’s happening. I’m perfectly fine I just felt like I needed to write an emotion-felt story. Hope you enjoy!
*********
I rushed back to my “room” my face was warm as the tears tickled down them.
Angie had gone too far this time. She had slapped me! But it wasn’t her usual slap to get me back in check, it was a drunken angry slap that if it had a little more power it would’ve knocked me to next week.
I shut the door and slid down it as soon as it shut. I sat there out of breath from running all the way from Angie’s guest house back to her normal house.
I slowly stood up after hours of crying and went to my pillow case to find the knife. This knife held the future of my life and at that time I didn’t care. I slide the sharp blade into a big heart shape on my stomach. I winced a the pain but it was what I needed. It went black a few seconds later.
Arora
I had watched her get slapped and didn't interfere. I knew Angie when she was mad at one person she was mad at everybody.
Although I never interfered when it happened I always went to check on her after. Me and Anastasia had become friends or semi friends.
I walked to her closet to find a puddle of blood and an unconscious Anastasia.
Fear ran through my body as I finally took notice of the situation at hand. I entered the room further. I then understood what happened when I saw the blood covered knife in Anastasia's left hand.
She had killed herself. I bent over and gently picked her unconscious body up. “Anastasia, I'm so sorry” I said softly. “I’m sorry for not sticking up for you when Angie was handsy” I whispered in her ear not knowing if she could hear me. “I’m sorry that I was there and I just let it happen… I could’ve saved you” I whispered my voice cracking at the end.
I bit my lip after seeing no signs of life. I placed her back where she was and whispered; “I hope your in a better place now” and I left the room.
“Arora are you ok you seem out of it” my friend Legacy asked. I shook my head yes but my mind was screaming NO! I wasn’t about to tell her I walked in and saw Anastasia dead on the floor m. She’d tell Angie and then Angie would try to investigate then it would all come back to me since i was the one there. “Earth to Arora!” I heard, my head snapped up and gave her a tight smile.
“Are you sure your ok?” Legacy asked. I knew she cared but sometimes she pushed too much and I hated it at this moment. “Legacy I said I’m fine, let it go!” I snapped as I stood up storming out of the room a few seconds later.
I ended up back at Anastasia’s room. I saw her body still there untouched from anybody but me. “Ana please come back” I said, tears threatening to escape. I closed my eyes knowing it was just a wish. I sat in her blood puddle and cried.
My friend who I hardly knew. Had killed herself. Was I not enough? To stay alive? Was life that hard for you? I’d never know and now I’d never get to ask.
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I know I’ve never dealt with a friend who died of suicide and I know everyone grieves differently don’t take offense to this.
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