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Forgotten One

A girl is bullied so she runs away and kills herself.

By Katherine CarusoPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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Hiding in the shadows humming herself to sleep, a frightened young women silences her every weep. Shielding her eyes from the moons glow, she starts to fade away leaving behind emotions that harassed her every day. Her emotions jump and scurry as they try to find another peaceful body, trying to make everyone forget that she was once alive. Up in heaven she asks what she had to do, but even up in heaven she was all alone too.

The lord didn’t answer and she was really sad, she was just a normal teenager wanting to be loved again. She hardly had a decent friend or someone she could trust because everyone she ever loved left her in the dust. What did she need to do to be treated with respect? She thought she got along with everyone she has ever met. Apparently she was wrong, because not a single soul understood why she felt so lost. People told her millions of things, but her heart told her something else. Her heart told her to believe in herself and to do what she thought was right, but people told her that her feelings were wrong and that she would never belong or fit in with the rest of the world.

And so she ran away, to a place so very far. A place where people loved and respected each other for who they really are. She enjoyed it there because she fit right in, alongside a dark alleyway with every single runaway feeling from a horrible fate. Later in the night she takes out her diary and she writes:

“Goodbye cruel world for I am dead, and you will never see me again. I’m sorry to all my friends but I just couldn’t take it. They laughed and stared, mocked and compared me to others that are prettier, skinnier and purer than me- I went to the consolers and they didn’t care, it was then I realized that life isn’t fair. I didn’t want to die, but I couldn’t cry no longer. My heart cannot get any stronger.”

She dated it September 1 of 1982, then closed it up and killed herself; and at her final breath she wrote her name in blood and underneath it lay her diary engraved with “Here lies the forgotten one.”

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