A Sad Mystery

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It's the annual talent show at Wolfson's High School and a girl who had crossed her name off the list goes out on stage without talking to anyone. Was it a simple mistake or is there more than
meets the eye?

Submitted: March 01, 2018

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It was 9:15 pm on a Friday at the Wolfson’s annual talent competition when Angel got to backstage. She simply entered without speaking. “I thought you quit?” One of the stage crew said. Angel simply looked at him and turned away from him with the poise and elegance she always showed. The crew member ran around backstage until he found the principal, who was the organizer of the show. “I thought Angel crossed her name off the list, but she’s here ready to perform.” The principal looked down at her list and saw this;

Betha- Juggling

Andrew- Sword Swallowing

Angel- Singing

Charlie- Tap Dancing

Emma- Eyebrow Dancing

Cara- Limbo Skating

Anna- Artistic Talent

Olivia- Charm and Elegance

Colin- Talking Backwards

…………………….. (And so on)

Only Angel’s name was crossed off the list. “Maybe she changed her mind. Tell her that she is next and to get us the music.” The boy ran back to where Angel had been standing, but she wasn’t there. Instead the boy saw her in the middle of the stage with the crowd cheering. No music came over the loudspeaker. It was deadly quiet. Then she began to sing in a sort of gruffly voice. She sang the song Her Last Words by Courtney Partner. “Just an average girl, she always wore a smile, she was cheerful and happy for a short while, now she's older, things are getting colder, life's not what she thought, she wished someone had told her, she told you she was down, you let it slip by, so from then on she kept it on the inside, she told herself she was alright, but she was telling white lies, can't you tell? Look at her dull eyes, tried to stop herself from crying almost every night, but she knew there was no chance of feeling alright, summer came by, all she wore was long sleeves, 'cause those cuts on her wrists were bleeding through you see, she knew she was depressed, didn't want to admit it, didn't think she fit it, everyone seemed to miss it, she carried on like a soldier with a battle wound, bleeding out from every cut her body consumed, she had no friends at school, all alone she sat, and if someone were to notice she would blame the cat, but those cuts on her wrist, they were no mistake, but no one cared enough to save her from this self-hate, things were going down, never really up, and here she is now stuck in this stupid rut, she knew exactly what she had to do next, just stand on that chair and tie the rope around her neck, she wrote a letter with her hand shaking wild, "Look at me now! Are you proud of your precious child?", but she knew that her parents weren't the ones to blame, it was the world that should bow down its head in shame, she stood up on the chair and looked out at the moon, just don't think, it'll all be over soon, the chair fell down as she took her final breath, it's all over, all gone, now she's greeting death, her mom walks in, she falls down to the floor, and now nothing can take back what she just saw, the little girl that she raised is just hanging there, her body's pale and her face is violently bare, she sees the note and unfolds it with care, all she does is stare, "How can this be fair?", she starts reading as the tears roll down her face,” Angel’s voice became clear, as if it were from an actual angel, singing, "I'm sorry Mom but this world is just not my place, I've tried for so long to fix this and fit in, I've come to realize this world's full of sin, there's nothing for me here, I'm just a waste of space, I've got no reason to stay here with this awful race, it's a disgrace, I was misplaced, born in the wrong time and in the wrong place, it's OK though, 'cause you'll see me soon, you'll know when your time has come, just look at the moon, as it shines bright throughout the night, and remember everyone's facing their own fight, but I can't deal with the pain, I'm not a fighter, you'll make it through the night, just hug your pillow tighter, to let the world know, that I died in vain, because the world around me, is the one to blame, and I know in a year, you'll forget I'm gone, ‘cause I'm not really something to be dwelled on, that's what they used to tell me, all those kids at school, so I'm going by the law majority rules, my presence on this earth is not needed any longer, and if anything,” Angel looked at her parents straight on and sang, “I hope this makes you stronger,” She then looked at her best friend who was out in the crowd and sang, as if to her, “You're the best friend that I ever had, such a shame I had to make you so very sad, but just remember that you meant everything to me, and to my heart, you're the only one that held the key, now it's time to go, I'm running out of space to write, and yes I lost my fight, but please just hold on tight, I'm watching over you from the clouds above, and sending down the purest and whitest dove, to watch over you, and be my helpful eye, so this is it, world, goodbye." When Angel finished her song everyone stared at her. A moment later the crowd erupted. Everyone was cheering for her. Two of the stage crew ran after her to say how good she was, but she had disappeared when they turned to corner.” An announcement came over the loudspeaker that following Monday saying, “Dear students and faculty, I have the displeasure of speaking this to you. One of your fellow classmates, Angel Clarkensen has passed away. The cause of death was strangulation, estimated suicide. The approximate time of death was 9:00 pm this past Friday. Join us in her mourn…” Fin

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