Okay, this is my first one-shot written for no reason. It has something cool in it too, so go ahead and try it.
I don't know if this has been done before, but copy and paste the address below into a separate tab and listen to it as you read. Okay? I thought it would be cool to try. J
And if you can't sleep, you can listen to it to help you fall asleep. Just add the https stuff, the .com, and with a slash after com. Sorry it's so much trouble.
watch?v=mQ9OWMsJBTk
This story is dedicated to anybody who has ever not fit in, to anybody who thinks "weird" is a bad thing to be, who thinks they're not perfect. Everybody's wonderful, inside and out.
I'm a fat freak. Everybody sees it but they never told me. I realized the truth when I stepped on the scale that night.
"201.4," I said into the empty, still air. I sounded shocked, and kind of faint. I wasn't me. "I am a freak."
The rain drummed the roof. I checked my phone for messages, but I found none, just the way it's been for a month and twenty-four days.
Everybody hates me. My one best friend turned against me.
I vomited into the toilet and flushed it away. Down the drain, in the sewer, it was nothing.
To me, it was the last thing I would ever eat.
(Listen to the storm for a minute here)
It was 1:37 AM and I still couldn't sleep. Everything that went through my head was negative, and those thoughts, the ones like rocks in my chest, they wouldn't go away. They were heavy and cold and weighed me down.
"201.4," I whispered again. "My life is nothing."
I could hear the sound of rain. It mirrored the tears streaming down my face. Left with no choice, I turned to the only thing I knew how to do.
I pulled on my black rain boots and heavy plaid pea coat. Everybody said it made me look like a fat leprechaun. I agreed, but wore it anyway.
I took the umbrella and ran. The cold January wind chilled me to my bones, but I ran still. I ran and ran until I couldn't breathe and my very soul was freezing, but still I continued into the dark.
I was far away, illuminated just by a street light. That was when I sat down.
There was a lonely emptiness behind my ribcage. I cried for what must've bee hours, waiting for my chance. The rain grew heavier.
(listen for a minute without reading)
I wasn't sure at first if it was a car or thunder, but decided when I saw the light on the brick walls. Now was my chance.
I stood in the street, right in the car's path. The driver saw me and tried to stop, but it was too late.
A scream, my scream, pierced the silence like a knife. The asphalt rushed towards me. My battered frame dropped helplessly to the ground.
That was when I wanted back. I never said goodbye. The darkness and sounds of crying and sirens and rain were fading.
All I saw was black and I barely heard the sirens stop and thunder rumble in the distance.
One final thought ran through my head. I wasn't worried about heaven or hell, just a small factor of my life.
201.4
The newspapers read 16 year old girl Claire Lyons dead. They were screaming and crying and denying what they were told. I wish I cared, but I didn't.
201.4 pounds.
Enjoy? Review?
Did you like the rain thing? I thought it would be cool to try.
Xox Clara
