((Author's Note: This is a short story about a girl who is going through a tough time but finds a friend. This is for L.A. class and I chose the word, "Emo" and wrote about it.))
She walked silently out of
the classroom, going out into the hallway that swarmed with kids. She walked to
the school toilets and locked the door. You could say that her clothing said it
all, but her eyes told more. Electric blue and they sparkle in the sunlight but
what most people can’t see is the pain and sorrow behind her. She is bullied to
the extent of where she wants to die and she believes to deserve it.
Her home is not the best
place to be either. Nobody’s home and when there is, lashes could occur from
time to time. No food, isolation, hatred, suffering, hurt. She thought, ‘This
might subside the pain. Take my mind off of things. Besides, I deserve it after
all.’
How could she? How would she?
By slow punishment that gets worse every time. Steel knives run across her
wrist every other day, making a red liquid run down the palm of her hand and
drips from the tips of her fingers. She lets out a scream of pain, yet no one
bothers to come because no one cares.
The tile floors are being
stained red as well as the sink she washes off in. The water mixes with the
blood and swirls around down the drain. For only thirty seconds did the pain
subdue and she began to cry. What would be going right when everything is
wrong? Happy thoughts, joyful thoughts, friends, a caring family, love. All the
things she didn’t have or never received before. And no one was there.
As the girl cried, she sat
underneath a sink. She curled up into a ball and put her head down on her
knees, her arm stained her clothing and she could smell the blood so close to
her. What if someone were to come? What if she had an angel come and rescue
her? What if she had a shoulder to cry on? What if she was finally happy?
Footsteps could be heard,
echoing down the now-empty halls. They got closer to her until there was
silence. Her sixth sense told her that someone was there staring at her and
sure enough, it was true. She looked up, tears flowing down her cheeks. A warm
pair of arms embraced her and she fell into the person’s chest, sobbing
further.
An angel had come. She was
saved. Caroline Jess Lockform was saved.
