Post by theonecrazykid46 on Mar 14, 2008 4:01:15 GMT -5
*"Here lies", followed by tufts of moss and mold fill the screen, the chipped and dark slate of the tombstone staring right back, the full moon shining off of the polished surfaces.*
*Deep sigh*
It was a simpler time. A time when kids were making friends, setting career paths, enjoying life, I was in a hospital with the words "he won't make it" being uttered. While my friends were getting graduation gifts, I was getting psychical therapy and being told "you are not welcomed here." That was my own families words! The stinging, the pain...
*Brushing some of the moss aside, revealing the dates "June 5 - May 1," though no years are given*
To be cast aside like a broken item, a toy no kid wants anymore. the agony of that. The agony I have felt my life.
"My god, what is that!?"
"That's horrible!"
"How is THAT allowed in public!?"
I have heard all of it. Each and every word, every gasp, every breath of horror. I've been hurt my entire life! I had to fend for myself. I worry about whether I live or die at night.
*Some more moss falls, revealing "A tragic accident took the life and legacy. Our hearts go out to the family."*
"Our hearts go out to the family." Such bull ****! The hearts go out to the family of the dead! I'm living, if you want to call it that! Maybe they are right, maybe I AM dead.
*Deep breath, followed by a slow exhale, before turning and walking, seemingly aimlessly, around the other broken and chipped headstones*
It's amazing how one event can cause, in your opinion, the world to collapse, isn't it? For some, it's debt. For others, it's a bit more serious. For me, it was death. Not mine, as that would have been a saving grace. Instead, of her...
*Stops infront of a headstone that reads "December 4th, 1987 - Febuary 13th, 1997"*
They just had to take you. I was doing homework and watching tv. They wanted to go to the party because it was a co-worker. They wanted to show off their daughter. My sister. It cost everyone dearly. They lost track of you and you ended up being taken to a police station by, what some teenagers on the street described, a psycho. The police said you looked scared. Then...
*Looks down at the ground, noticing the barren patches where grass has stopped growing*
"One in 25,000." That is how the doctor described it. The chances of a girl your age getting a brain hemorrhage. Being taken away from everyone. Causing the utter destruction of the family. I don't blame you. If I had known how much they loved you instead of me, I would have done myself in first. Save them the horror. Save me the pain.
*Brushes away some dirt, revealing the words "Missed by her parents greatly. She was a great kid."*
They did love you and miss you. So much so that when I had my accident, they were still hung up over you. Nothing mattered. Neither went to work again. They just shut down. They were human robots. They didn't give a damn what happened in life, the world, to themselves, to me, to anyone. Once you were gone, their lives were gone too. It was like that hemorrhage took away three people at once.
*Sigh*
Prepare for a fight. This is all I have left. This is my livelihood...
*The camera fades back to reveal some slow moving fog, thick in the air.*
*Deep sigh*
It was a simpler time. A time when kids were making friends, setting career paths, enjoying life, I was in a hospital with the words "he won't make it" being uttered. While my friends were getting graduation gifts, I was getting psychical therapy and being told "you are not welcomed here." That was my own families words! The stinging, the pain...
*Brushing some of the moss aside, revealing the dates "June 5 - May 1," though no years are given*
To be cast aside like a broken item, a toy no kid wants anymore. the agony of that. The agony I have felt my life.
"My god, what is that!?"
"That's horrible!"
"How is THAT allowed in public!?"
I have heard all of it. Each and every word, every gasp, every breath of horror. I've been hurt my entire life! I had to fend for myself. I worry about whether I live or die at night.
*Some more moss falls, revealing "A tragic accident took the life and legacy. Our hearts go out to the family."*
"Our hearts go out to the family." Such bull ****! The hearts go out to the family of the dead! I'm living, if you want to call it that! Maybe they are right, maybe I AM dead.
*Deep breath, followed by a slow exhale, before turning and walking, seemingly aimlessly, around the other broken and chipped headstones*
It's amazing how one event can cause, in your opinion, the world to collapse, isn't it? For some, it's debt. For others, it's a bit more serious. For me, it was death. Not mine, as that would have been a saving grace. Instead, of her...
*Stops infront of a headstone that reads "December 4th, 1987 - Febuary 13th, 1997"*
They just had to take you. I was doing homework and watching tv. They wanted to go to the party because it was a co-worker. They wanted to show off their daughter. My sister. It cost everyone dearly. They lost track of you and you ended up being taken to a police station by, what some teenagers on the street described, a psycho. The police said you looked scared. Then...
*Looks down at the ground, noticing the barren patches where grass has stopped growing*
"One in 25,000." That is how the doctor described it. The chances of a girl your age getting a brain hemorrhage. Being taken away from everyone. Causing the utter destruction of the family. I don't blame you. If I had known how much they loved you instead of me, I would have done myself in first. Save them the horror. Save me the pain.
*Brushes away some dirt, revealing the words "Missed by her parents greatly. She was a great kid."*
They did love you and miss you. So much so that when I had my accident, they were still hung up over you. Nothing mattered. Neither went to work again. They just shut down. They were human robots. They didn't give a damn what happened in life, the world, to themselves, to me, to anyone. Once you were gone, their lives were gone too. It was like that hemorrhage took away three people at once.
*Sigh*
Prepare for a fight. This is all I have left. This is my livelihood...
*The camera fades back to reveal some slow moving fog, thick in the air.*