Random Short Stories

Could life suck any more?

I sat at my desk thinking. The insults rang through my head like thunder.

Fat!
Ugly!
Annoying!
All your fault!
Why do you even exist?
Do us all a favor and die already!

I stared at the table, watching my tears drop onto it. 'Maybe they're right.' I thought dejectedly. I stood up and walked into the bathroom. As I walked past a mirror, I saw my reflection. Only, I didn't see Hayden Shayde staring back at me. I saw a broken girl with black circles around her eyes and scars covering her arms.

Rage filled me and I swung my fist at the mirror, shattering it. Blood stained the glass and a slight smile curved itself onto my face. Picking up a shard of the mirror, I sliced it across my wrist. As I watched the blood run down my arm, I smiled a bit more. I ran to my room and grabbed a sheet of paper and a pen.

I start writing quickly, my words coming out in an untidy scrawl.

"Dear whoever cares enough to read this,
By the time you find this, I will be dead. But before I go, I have a few things to say.

Mother, I'm sorry I was such a disappointment.

Father, you never really gave a fuck so I don't really have anything to say to you.

Sissy, I'm sorry but I couldn't take it. Please don't break your promise to me and follow. I love you.
Sincerely, the Depressed fuck whose life you all (except you sissy) made fucking shit.

Why do I keep trying when my efforts are wasted?"

I signed the note and sent a text to everyone I knew truly cared. Tears ran down my face as I picked up the shard of glass and sliced it across my wrists, creating an extremely deep cut. I felt myself losing consciousness and I fell to the floor. As my eyes closed, a single tear fell from my eyes. "I'm sorry." I whispered, taking my final breath.