So like, I had to write a 500 word story for my English homework and this is what I ended up with. Kinda used parts of my other fics cause it fitted in and I liked it but yeah. Not really themed but I put it here cause yeah. Any thoughts though?
The End
Your mind is such a powerful thing; it can be your best friend or your worst enemy. It's a ticking time bomb just waiting to be set off.
I wanted the silence to come, leaving me at peace with my own mind. Erasing the silent questions of why and how just to be left with a comfortable understanding that you didn't need the answers. I wanted it to take me away from this place, from the people and all the pain, but it never came. I was left with the never ending wish... the waiting.
People never cared; they accepted the first thing that came out of your mouth. They were too shielded in their own world to see the real truth. They wrapped themselves up in a protective layer, only seeing what their mind allowed. Filling in the cracks with figments of their imagination, telling themselves everything was fine and blocking out all things that steer them from their views on reality, to keep their eyes guarded from the cold hard truths.
It was the same when I was alone, the silence, and your thoughts. It made me think what others thought of it. Did they let their mind wander creating up their own mini worlds in their heads? Or do they end up sitting there, trying to work out what the others are thinking, never really being able to break into someone's mind, and just using their perception and views on that individual to fill the blanks in. Or did they also have thoughts about the silence ending, for everything to be over. That's the thing about the mind; you never really know what's going on. You can't even fully understand your own thinking...
I debated telling someone, telling them how I really felt but where would that leave me? Left with people asking if I was okay, putting on their fake smiles and pretending to care? I didn't want that. I didn't want anything, that was the problem. I wondered what people would think If I went through with it. If anyone would notice or care.
Life isn't a big fairytale; someone ends up getting hurt in the end. They always do. I was fed up of being that person, fed up of everything. I was suffocating in the world around me, falling deeper into the downwards spiral not able to stop. The cycle goes on. You're constantly trying to put together the pieces of the puzzle, to fit into society, you know no different, you want to be normal. Humans aren't the problem on earth, humanity is. If you stand for nothing you will fall for everything, that was my problem.
There was no going back from here. People say you can't go anywhere but up from rock bottom but they're wrong. It was time; I had fought against it for so long.
I stood there and emptied the small bottles contents into my hand. I took one final look, and then... then I was gone.