I sat there on my bed. So many thoughts ran through my head. But all I could hear was pounding….pounding….pounding. Why was this happening to me? I thought everything in my life was going great. I had the love of my life, perfect friends, a wonderful family and I was an honor student. I just felt like something was missing. But what….? That’s what was bothering me. Maybe it was the fact that I didn’t like myself. I didn’t feel great about who I am. No one would expect that from me anyways so there was no one I could talk to.
“Get out of my room right now!” I yelled to my little sister.
These past few days I’ve been annoyed with every little thing. I haven’t eaten in 5 days. I lost so much weight. I ignored all my boyfriend and friends’ phone calls. I gave my parents attitudes and ignored everything they told me. Even if it was just an “I love you”. I hurt everyone’s feelings and been lacking in school. I’m not even an honor student anymore. Just a failure. I hate everything. I’m starting to hate everyone.
“Okay, that’s it! I’m done!” I yelled to myself.
I grabbed an object from my drawer and ran into the bathroom. Tears were running down my face. I had so much anger in me at this point. I brushed by my mother who tried to grab my arm. Quickly, I ran in the bathroom and locked the door. I had no more friends; the love of my life broke up with me. I pressed the object softly towards my chest. I was only close to this object than any other or one. My life was this object. I haven’t heard it speak but now was the day that I would hear it.
“This is it,” I spoke to it.
“BANG!” It replied.
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Publié sur e-Stories.org sur 20.02.2011.