Short Stories With Naggy~❤

For Her, I Will Do Anything

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⚠Major themes such as suicide, anxiety, and depression are suggested.
This story is not recommended to those who have a mental disorder(s), so read at your own discretion.⚠
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She, her hair long and elegant.

Her words like arrows of light shot through many people's hearts.

The way her cheeks always lit up with joy and life.

They wouldn't light up anymore, for she was no more.

Her death took place the night her sister got back from her vacation from Los Vegas with her fiancé. Of course she wasn't exactly planning to kill herself. It just happened, a spur of the moment kind of thing. Though, she did have her reasons.

Being alone wasn't really a great atmosphere to her, for when she was alone, she got scared and paranoid to the point of clawing at her own wrists for reassurance that she was in fact alive. The doctors didn't know what was wrong with her, and neither did her lovely sister. Hell, she herself didn't even know what was wrong with her. It's just something she developed over time during her middle twenties.

Living in an apartment alone with no one around, it got to her. She didn't see it coming and had no reason to suspect it. Every night, loneliness dawned on her as she lay in her bed with her thoughts. Every night, she cried on the inside so quietly that even she didn't hear it. Every night, that voice got louder and louder. It influenced her to the point of insanity and unstoppable screams of suffering. No, she never had a reason to feel this way. Not until she met him.

Him, who laughed like bells singing in everyone's ears pleasantly.

The way his hair flowed with the wind oh so perfectly.

The one with the charm that stole her little sister from her.

It was all of his fault, the way he seemed to pry her light out of her world with every word he spoke, or even with every breath he took. He didn't even have to breathe! He could be a lifeless doll and her sister would still abandon her for him! It drove her crazy, the way she could do everything and get nothing while he could do nothing and get everything! Her everything! Her sister.

Though she had so much hatred for the man, she didn't say or do anything to imply as such. She acted like he was the best thing that happened to her little sister's life. She treated him like the prince he probably was in his past life. She acted as though she loved him and that he was an important part of her life, and no one suspected differently.

Her life went on, and as did her sister's. They went weeks without speaking to each other, not that she wanted that. She just didn't want to be a burden to her beloved sister, and so she left her alone with the man she called lover. As she suspected, her sister didn't need her. She was perfectly happy with him. She knew this for she always seen her just as happy when she was with her as she was without her and with him. No, she wasn't needed. Not anymore.

So, that night when the voices got too loud for her to handle, her little angel off with her own happiness, she went to the bathroom and stared at her reflection with crazed eyes and messy hair. Who could ever love this...? Who would even think of associating themselves with something that was so useless and shattered...? Of course her sister went off and found another thing to have. She was broken. Usually, a person would replace a broken thing. It's a natural instinct.

As the woman looked at herself in the mirror, the voices increased and told her everything that she knew was the complete truth. Everything that she told herself every night when she laid in bed alone and cold.