My Old Friend

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
She was never good enough, she was never noticed, she was always an outsider. And on this night she had finally had enough and let her demons win.

Submitted: December 29, 2016

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Authors note: I haven't written anything for a little while, although this is not my best piece of work, I wanted to share it with you guys. This took me awhile to find the right words to use in this flash-fiction, sorry it's such a downer. Nether the less, I hope you like the story. 

 
My Old Friend
 
'I don't want to be here anymore' she whispers painfully to herself, 'I don't want to feel like this anymore' she continues as painful memories scatter in her mind of the past few years, it's been hard for her, she has been through so much. Her step-mum had gone off the rails and had been emotionally abusing her, calling her fat, reminding her that she didn't fit in and was never wanted. Her mum wasn't too different, although her mum said things to her as a 'it's only because I care' manner, it got to her and dragged her down. Like a demon grabbing her by her ankle and dragging her down into hell. She pauses and smiles weakly for a moment 'home' she laughs at herself but soon silence falls on her once again. The girls at school constantly push her around and call her names, they made her a loner at college, no one dares to go near her or befriend her, no one will talk to her. She often hides away in the toilets and tries not to cry, if she does they will hurt her, she has learnt this now. 
 
She never feels like she is good enough, and that has now been proved, the memory of her tutor sitting down with her and telling her to not bother with uni is painful and her eyes once again begin to well up, her tutor thinks she is worthless, so she stopped trying so hard, her mother thinks she is ungrateful and fat, so she stopped eating, and her step-mum knows she will never fit in anywhere so she has stopped trying to. Her life was one big fuck-up, one big joke to someone, and she didn't want to play anymore. 
She looks blankly at a tattered black jewellery box, locked and hidden away, she knows what's in there, she can hear it calling her name. The darkness from her soul attracted to the darkness within, she has no control and before she could snap herself out of the trance she is searching frantically for the key. Hidden but soon to be found. 
 
Sadness and determination are glued in her eyes, a dangerous mix and soon to be life changing. She carelessly opens the box and allows it to spring open revealing all its secrets and weapons. 
Inside the box the walls are outlined in red velvet and each item is carefully placed within, a lined piece of paper, a pen and some tablets. 'I don't want to be here anymore' she repeats to herself staring at the boxes insides, with a shaky hand she takes out the paper and pen and begins to write. She didn't need to do rough copies, she had planned along time ago what she wanted to say in this and it all comes too easily. 
With her note written and addressed she looks sadly at the tablets in front of her as the dark surrounds her, pulling her so tightly that she struggles to breathe, 'so this is how it ends?' She asks the darkness inside her whilst squeezing the water bottle in her hand 'you win' she breathes as she begins to take the tablets. 
 
The room around her becomes hot and heavy and slowly becomes darker, 'goodbye old friend' she whispers as she lays back on the floor and closes her eyes. The darkness fades and she feels lighter and happier, she feels herself before all the shit happened, before her demons came to stay, she falls into a deep and peaceful sleep... 


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