short storyyy

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Tw: suicide, abuse(?) 


I have never enjoyed being around people, and I think I know why now. Because people just are selfish beings, who don't care about anyone else but themselves. If they do care about someone they act like they own that person.

That person may feel loved in the moment, but that isn't love. Love is when you can't stop thinking about that person, you would do anything for that person, because you love them more than you love yourself, and when you love someone more than you love someone more than you love yourself, that is what love is. 

I hate people, I hate almost every single person on this planet. Except for a few people, Tim, Pony, Alyssa, Cade and Steve.

Those are the only people I will actually talk to, I don't even talk to my parents anymore. They never loved me. They try to act like it, but they don't, so I just don't look at them, I believe it's better to just ignore them, cause if I don't I just get hurt again.

I walked in the school, wearing my usual clothes, a black hoodie, jeans, and my converse shoes. My converse goes up to my ankles, they are black and white. They are old and my only shoes that I have, Tilly(my mom) tried to get me more shoes, but I refused.

"Come on, Ro. You need new shoes. The ones you have are practically falling apart." Tilly said to me.

"No, I'm fine. I don't want any. I'm fine. I like my shoes." I said

"Rosalie. You need them." She said to me.

"No. I want to go see Tim." I said, She looked at me with fear in her eyes. She hates tim. She never told me why but I never really get to see him because of it.

"I'm not letting you visit Tim." I stared at her when she said that. I wanted to see him, because I missed him.

"Oh, come on Tilly. Why can't you let me do something I want to do for once?!" She didn't say anything for a few moments, it felt like it lasted forever. She does that a lot. She will just stare at me and not say anything.

"Fine, I'll take you to his house, but don't be surprised if he doesn't want to see you." she spoke, that stung though, she was probably right. I don't think he really likes me, but that doesn't stop me, he is one of my favorite people.

"Thanks." I said smiling to myself. I knew I had won, Tilly is very easy to convince. "Let's go then."

She grabbed her car keys, she wasn't looking at me. I don't know why but I felt kind of bad. But that soon went away. I've never felt like this before, she was silent, for the first time in years. She must really not like Tim.

We drove away to his house. When we got there we walked in together. Curly was on the couch. When he saw us he got very excited and ran up to us. He hugged Tilly and said hello to me.

"What are you guys doing here?" Curly asked.

"I wanted to come and see you guys, it's been a while." I spoke as Tilly was staring at the wall. I looked over to see what she was looking at, she was looking at a large blood stain on the wall. I've never noticed it before. "When did that get there?" I pointed to the blood stain.

"About... 15 years ago." Curly said, looking at the ground. Tilly was breathing heavily.

"Tilly? That was around when I was born, do you remember what happened?" I was worried. I'm not sure why but she had never acted like this before so I guess you can say that I was sort of worried.

"Yeah, I remember very clearly." She said as Tim walked out of his room.

"OH! Hey tim! We came to talk to you, Tilly was about to tell me why there was a stain on the wall." Tim stared at me for a moment then looked at Tilly.

"Tilly.." She ignored him.

"It was about a month and a half after you were born." She sighed, "I guess you need to know now." She paused.

"Well, I mean yeah. I'd like to know what happened"

Tim looked at tilly. She looked back at him as she started to speak.

"Tim had told me that he wanted to talk to me about something, we had been having a lot of problems at the time. When i first found out i was pregnant he wasn't supportive and wanted me to get an abortion and leave Sodapop. We had a fight that night. I loved your dad more than anything, I still do. But that is besides the point." Her voice was shaking. I could tell that this was very hard for her to talk about. "So a while after a few days after I had you, soda had a lot of mental problems, and he overdosed at one point. He went to rehab for a few weeks, and I stayed here. After a while after he was released TIm said that he wanted to talk. I agreed. When I finally came here TIm told me he wanted me to leave soda. I refused, let's just say things got very heated, TIm had me by the hair and was yelling at me, Blaine and his old dog Bow were here as well. Bow got in between us and started barking at TIm. Tim didn't let go. Eventually Tim threw me against the wall, and I hit my head badly and started to bleed everywhere." Nobody said a word, we were all speechless.

"That is why I never want to come here. Because I hate seeing Tim. I hate his guts." She paused. "He is the reason the love of my life committed suicide."

I was shocked. I didn't know what to say.

"Tilly- I'm sorry!" Tim spoke up, I stopped him.

"So you are the reason my dad is gone, Not because he didn't love me.." I looked at Tilly "Mom.. I'm so sorry." She didn't say anything, she just ran out of the house crying. Nobody stopped her. 


Word count: 1076

Idek I just wrote this in class today because I was bored I hope you liked it.

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