Random Short Stories

Worthless

TRIGGER WARNING: CONTAINS MENTION OF CUTTING AND SUICIDE. PLEASE DON'T READ IF THIS TRIGGERS YOU OR UPSETS YOU. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Hayden Shayde was a strong girl. Always smiling and laughing. Or so everyone thought. No one knew that, under that cheerful smile, Hayden was broken beyond repair. No one knew that every afternoon, when she gets home from school, she locks herself in her bedroom and cries for hours and hours on end. Hayden was known for her talent in painting and creative writing. But what no one knew was that she used a different kind of paintbrush at home where no one could see. No one knew that her paintbrush was her razor and that her canvas was her wrist. Today, Hayden didn't even stop to say hello to her Mama who was getting in her car to drive to the shops. She just raced to her room and locked the door. Rolling up her sleeves, Hayden began to sob. Not only were her arms cut up beyond repair, but there were words slashed into them as well.
Worthless~Arabella
Fat~Allie
Stupid~Daniella
Unloved~Nattie
Still sobbing, Hayden thought back to her English class.

*flashback*

Hayden arrived at her last period class. She had English today. The only class she enjoyed. Stoppimg at the closed door, Hayden put on a fake smile and knocked. It opened and she walked in and sat at her favorite desk in the back corner of the classroom. It wasn't until she looked at the desk that she saw the writing.
"Do the world a favor and kill yourself. No one loves you. Not even your best friends love you. Ever heard of pity friendship? That's all it was. Pity." ~ A, A & D. The calm, carefree facade Hayden had been keeping up almost fell but she didn't cry. No, she was not gonna give those bitches the satisfaction of seeing her tears. She kept working throughout last period silently. As soon as the bell went, she raced out and ran straight home. Once there she ran up to her room and slammed the door, locking it.

*end flashback*

Maybe I should listen to them, Hayden thought sadly. Would Dylan, Nel and Nikki really miss me? Hayden didn't care anymore. Getting up, she grabbed a pen and a sheet of paper. She thought for a moment and then began to write.

~To whoever cares enough to read this.
If you're reading this note, then you've found my body. I'm sorry that I'm not strong enough to make it through. At least life will be better after I go. I guess I should make some dedications.

Mama, I'm sorry. I love you but all the hate and shit I've been going through just got to be too much.

Dad, I'm sorry but I haven't got a message for you. You hated me for some reason. I don't even know what I did wrong. Was I not good enough? Was it just my existence? I'm sorry I could never be perfect like Andy and Mal. You might miss me but I fucking doubt it. If anything, if you read this, you'll harp on about my language. Goodbye dad.

Dyl, you were the best friend I could ever have. You were like my sister and I hope you can forgive me for this.

Nel, you were the best friend a girl could have. All your support and helping me through the tough times. I'm sorry for doing this to you and I hope you can forgive me. Please keep an eye on Dyl and Nikki after I'm gone. I don't want either of them joining me. Not yet.

Nikki, I love you more than words can say but I can't go on with the hate and the bullying. It's just too much. I'm sorry I'm doing this to you. But the comments are just too much. I've been called a slut, bitch, whore, fat, pig, dumbass, etc. One of the girls even had the gall to bring up Matthew. Then I started getting hate letters. Some were just hate, nothing too serious. But after a while they became worse. Telling me to kill myself. That the world would be better off without me. Saying that no one cared about me. I love you more than anything. More than life. If you want to know what made me do this, go and look at the desk I liked to sit at in English. Please promise me you won't join me or do anything you can't undo. Keep an eye on Dyl and Nel for me. Especially Dyl. I don't want wither of them joining me either. I love you. You put light into my dark life. But sometimes the light dims and eventually flickers out. I'm sorry and I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.

To all the other haters.
I hope you're all happy. You've just caused the death of an innocent girl. I hope you're prepared to live with the guilt for the rest of your lives. I was a glowstick but now I'm a broken lightbulb. Congratulations. You got your wish.

This is Hayden Ava Shayde signing off. Forever. Goodbye.

~A fallen star, never to shine again.

After signing the letter, Hayden reached under her bed for her adoptive dad's gun, which she stole a few days ago. She pressed the gun to her head and placed her finger on the trigger. She closed her eyes and whispered a single sentence.
"All stars burn out eventually." And she pulled the trigger.

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Hey, author here. Another one I wrote when I was really depressed. This one is based off something that happened in my past. Sorry if you got triggered. I clearly stated that it would have triggering topics. Dark Angel out.