Random Stuff (I Know I Changed The Name)

Some random short stories without a title

First story:

The silence filled the cold room. No one dared to even breathe, because of the sound.

Ringing, intense ringing, filled my ears.

The door suddenly opened creaked aloud, causing our eyes to shift to the body who broke the tension and leaving us a question which was left unanswered.

And the man's voice was immediately heard across the room.

"The surgery was............ unsuccessful." He sadly announced. No. This can't be real. My brother..... he needs to live. I thought as tears welled up my eyes and suddenly fell down my cheeks.

Confusion, sadness, anger was released. "That can't be happening! I thought you guys were professionals!" I suddenly blurted out. Nobody will take my best friend and my only brother away from me. I will not let them. Never.

My dad suddenly stood up to stop me. With no words, the man, presumably a nurse, left.

•°•°•

Everything happens for a reason, JJ. Remember that. And if you ever think that bad things are happening, it is your job to find out why. He used to say.
I stared at our soccer trophy. Dated back too many years ago. Brings so many memories of him...

We used to share a room. But now, it's mine to keep.

It hurts to realize that a person you have been close to you your whole life just....  leaves.

And it is your job to find out why.

Everything happens for a reason, JJ. Remeber that.

His last words.

End of story.

A/N: That's deep! And the thing is, I DON'T EVEN HAVE A BROTHER! I'M YHE ONLY CHILD. xD.

I wrote that in my notebook like, last night.

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Second story:

*Contains suicide and mental illness. BTW, I'm not saying OCD is a mental illness.*

I lean, facing the wall, with tears going down my face. I isolated myself in my room for days now.

I turned around and saw my room, without a mess.

I have OCD. It's really hard to live normally when you have a disorder that can bother you everytime.

I headed straight to the balcony. My balcony.

It's so close...

Suicide's so close...

I opened the screen door and felt the cold wind against my wet cheeks, drying my tears.

Then something hit me. I smiled by the thought of it.

I went back and made everything a mess. I spread the blankets, crumpled papers, and just threw everything at everywhere.

And then I went to my bathroom and opened a drawer. I found scissors, cutters, blades, and pills.

If I wanted to die, I wanna do it without pain.

I grabbed the pills and made my way to the balcony. Except, I changed my plan.

I closed the screen door and sat against it, with my back leaning to it.

I took a handful of pills and drank them.

My head immediately suffered a piercing headache as I drank the pills. So, I  went back to my bed and lied down.

And I took one big inhale.

End of story.

A/N: Woah..... That's also deep. Well, I guess that's for now.

GOD BE WITH YEEEEE......