Post by ladydark on Oct 4, 2005 19:53:45 GMT -5
''I HATE YOU GUYS! YOU NEVER TREAT ME WITH RESPECT! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST TRUST ME!'' the girl screams, facing her parents in the dismal family room. She turns and runs out of the room, ignoring her parents pleading her to come back.
Angrily she races up the stairs, running into her bedroom she slams the door shut, throwing herself across the bed, she cries herself to sleep. After a time, she wakes up to find night has fallen, creeping into the other room, she turns on the computer and falls deep into the web of the Internet. Ignoring time, ignoring everything around her. She is alone. She checks for messages, only one, she replies to it, with only half a heart, within minutes she is spilling out the entire story. How her parents don't trust her, they don't let her be who she wants to be. She wishes she had friends, some people to talk to, but she is alone. All the time. She cuts her friend off with a, ''... I just can't take it...''
The next day, her parents wake up to find their daughter in the bathroom, dead. She had slit her throat, her pain has now ended, but the grief has only begun. Nobody knew the way she felt, nobody knew how alone she was. Nobody will ever know.
Angrily she races up the stairs, running into her bedroom she slams the door shut, throwing herself across the bed, she cries herself to sleep. After a time, she wakes up to find night has fallen, creeping into the other room, she turns on the computer and falls deep into the web of the Internet. Ignoring time, ignoring everything around her. She is alone. She checks for messages, only one, she replies to it, with only half a heart, within minutes she is spilling out the entire story. How her parents don't trust her, they don't let her be who she wants to be. She wishes she had friends, some people to talk to, but she is alone. All the time. She cuts her friend off with a, ''... I just can't take it...''
The next day, her parents wake up to find their daughter in the bathroom, dead. She had slit her throat, her pain has now ended, but the grief has only begun. Nobody knew the way she felt, nobody knew how alone she was. Nobody will ever know.