Short Stories

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It was December 31st

Just a few more hours till New Years Day, the happiest day of everyone's lives, except mines.

The life i live is nothing but a terrible nightmare that i can not simply wake up from, a dark and cold nightmare

My living situation is not the problem, i guess i could say i live a decent life, a roof over my head and a bed to come home too.

It is a decent life. Although, the people around me, that live with me, we don't seem to get along.

My mother hates how useless i am, my aunt hates how scared i am, my sister hates how weak i am.

I'm nothing but a pure disappointment in this family, the outcast, the black sheep, the nobody.

In less than an hour i plan to take my life, why? because nobody will actually care whether i was alive or not.

I am all alone.

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"Happy New Years!" everyone shouted, hugging each other, kissing each other, giving out love.

They are so happy, smiling, laughing, what joy can New Years bring to the people who love each other. I wonder if they even love me? do they love me?

Doubt it.

I took the blade to my wrist, within seconds i can feel the blood trickle down my wrist, hearing the tiny drops fall onto the floor, drip, drip,drip.

Minutes passed and i can hear people coming up the stairs.

Did i lock the door?

No.

It was too late anyways, i was slowly losing conscious and the world was already blurring up.

The last thing i heard before passing out was a desperate scream for help.

Help.

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Hours has passed and i woke up from a dreamless sleep.

I looked around and saw that i was in a hospital bed.

Wait...

How am i on the bed, but i'm standing in the corner of the hospital bed.

I looked at my hands, the blood was gone, but the aftermath of the scar was still there.

I looked to my body, tubes everywhere. In my arms, nose, mouth. it was sad to see.

I looked away and walked around the hospital, passing by nurses and doctors, patients and visitors.

Everyone seems to be at peace.

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I arrived to the waiting room to see that my family were sitting down, their faces... broken, scared, traumatized.

I did that to them.

I walked over to see that my mother has been crying so much that all that was left was red and puffy eyes and a broken soul, no more tears to be shed.

I looked over to my aunt who was still freshly crying and on the phone with my grandmother telling her the news.

My little sister was holding onto my little brother, wondering what the hell just happened, traumatized.

I stepped back and saw my two best friends, sitting on the corner of the waiting room,crying, holding onto each other like one of them would vanish.