My favourite place on earth. Our roof. Today just really sucked. I'm the black sheep of my class, so basically I'm always alone. I do have some friends, but not in my class. They're way smarter than me. In my class, looks go over grades. I'm not pretty, beautiful or whatsoever, so that means I am doomed for the rest of this schoolyear.
I try to let those thoughts fade away. Now I am on the roof and that's the only thing that matters. My parents are fighting in the kitchen about yesterday's dishes or something else that's 'very important'. When there are no cars riding trough the street, I can even here them yelling at one another. I'm very sorry my parents, but your problems aren't mine, so to be honest I don't give a fuck.
The stars look very beautiful tonight. The moon looks like a proud parent. How I wish mine were as proud as the moon. As I'm drowning in my thoughts, I forget that there's an outside world. My mind changes from subject to subject, and before I know, I am thinking about my own death. Don't get me wrong, my friends and family are amazing and I don't want to lose them. But how would it be? Will I die at home? Or in a hospital? Will I die alone or with my friends and family around me? Maybe my children and husband, or maybe wife? Oh wait, there is no one who would want to mary me, my own fault. If no one wants to mary me, I might die alone. Well, that couldn't be to bad, no one crying, no one to leave. Who would actually miss me? My parents of course, my friends would think about me for maybe one week and then they would start to forget me, that's what always happens in our groupchat at least. I'm not even going to start about my class and my teachers. They would maybe think one second about me and pretend to care at my funeral, but as soon as they leave the party breaks trough.
"Harper! Harper where are you?" My mother is screaming my name when I wake up from my own mind. "Harper?!" Her voice sounds very worried as she doesn't know I climb the roof at least once a week. I decide to go inside. I turn around, but I feel pressure on my shoulders. The roof is slippery and my feet slip away. I scream. My mother comes outside and sees me, falling down the roof. She is unable to catch me. She screams my fathers name. The pain I hear in my mothers voice is unbearable, so is the physical pain I'm feeling. I'm unable to keep my eyes open, so I close them. Not much later I hear an ambulance and I'm carried away. My breathing gets out of control as I'm panicing.
Is this how I, Harper Willis, will die?
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Roof
Mistério / SuspenseIn this dark world, I, Harper Willis, was looking for light. Everyday the sun rose and shone brightly. But I was looking for the light that's given by the stars. The only light that's able to keep me calm after another day in my life. Every night, I...
