Death Of One Already Lost
Hi everybody thank you so much for your reviews! It made getting detention sooooo worth it! I know no one ever reads this but in the odd chance you are…if you're doing English literature and the whole point of the lesson is to write your own story…WHY DO YOU GET IN TROUBLE OVER WRITING STUFF LIKE THIS? - Note to self: don't scare the nice readers off!
Disclaimer: still don't own anything except this story! Still don't know what to write in these things and after this chapter have no idea where to take it! So if any of you lovely people want to review…please give me some story ideas please?
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They saw him go. Running to the edge they stared down at the sea. There was no trace of him behind. Only a faint ripple on the water's surface. It soon disappeared. Water. It minded its own business as it washed against the cliff. One solitary figure stood apart. They alone knew why he had jumped. They alone would remember his confession. Not of love. Of hate. What made him hate so much he couldn't bear it?
They turned and went back down into the village. The memory would die. His memories would live on. They would keep his secret. Until the time was right. Should that day ever come. No. They had to leave. They couldn't stay here. It would be a mockery.
Time passed. A lot of time. Every year they would go back. Those who saw him jump. The exact time. The exact place. The exact date of the exact month. Every year they were there. His memory had to go on. It was important. His memorial had been one of the saddest. There was nothing to go on. Except memories. He had been broken already. They could never have fixed him.
The youngest would no longer be the happiest and carefree. The oldest would withdraw themselves. There would be no happiness. Not until the truth of his death was discovered. He had no family aside his friends.
"And yet…even friends cannot fill the gap in the heart that aches for the love of family. I tell you my tale because I must. Because that is what he would have wanted. If you cannot stomach the tale. I suggest you leave now. It is not for the faint of heart. It is for those who understand severe pain. Pain that would cripple the mind of many."
I stand before you now. I too wear black. I too mourn the loss of a close friend. However I do not weep for his death. I weep for the loss of his soul. You too saw him fall. But his soul was gone before he left the safety of the hard ground. You do not understand do you? How could you? You think you have problems? You think you need to die? You are suicidal. But have you taken a moment to think why?
No. No one ever does. That's why you hear of so many deaths. But if you were like him. You would have no other option. To be tortured. Every day. Every night. Every second of every day. That's my part of this story. I am here to tell you why the only choice he had to was destroy his empty shell. Listen to my tale and listen well…
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That's it for this chapter. It sucks doesn't it? Well that's what I get for writing depressing things in a good mood! It's impossible! T-T
To baby sweet:
Thanks for your review. Not a random idea at all! I see where you're coming from. Maybe it is and maybe it isn't. I'm not going to tell you yes or no at this stage. It's completely up to you to work it out evil chuckle
To fallen phoenix of darkness
Thanks for your review. You really think its good? Hate to say you may be disappointed in this chapter. Thanks for all your support!
See Ya Next Time! (Hopefully)