Will it get better?
The storm clouds were gathering as I turned and looked back. I had to move now, but my feet seemed to be welded to the soft earth. I felt a hand on my shoulder, just that touch snapped me back to reality, I whipped around my long dark brown hair slashing across the mans face. I smiled and walked away uttering the tiniest 'sorry' as I went.
As I walked at a slow pace along the road to my own personal hell I called home, a humongous explosion lighting up the stormy clouds. I let a tear fall, just one, knowing I had killed yet again. I honestly hated myself, I couldn't believe people trusted me with my good looks…I asked someone once what they liked most about me, they said my eyes, ugh! My eyes I hated them, they were a stupid doe colour why would anyone like them? I screamed a yell of regret, I didn't want to do this anymore, and continued on my way. I passed a gap in the hedge.
I turned and went through the hedge, and saw the one thing I hoped not to see. I couldn't help myself, I just wanted this life over, I jumped, jumped off that stupid, stupid cliff. It didn't work, obviously! But I know without a doubt that when I slip up, just a little that something is waiting for me, waiting in the dark…
AN ok guys I don't know if I am going to write this story or not, review and tell me if I should. Thanks Arwen.