Author's notes: I made up all the characters. Also, this story is written in a flashback sort of way and it really just get to the point I made decide to change that later. Comments welcomed and also if you absolutely hate my story just write a review telling me what you dislike-like. If there are any grammar errors or spelling errors I guess you could tell me if it bothers you that much. Oh, yeah when someone's talking it will start with "and end with" and if someone's sighing or gasping most of the time it will be like *gasp*, but not all the time. Well, on with the show story.
To Take a Second Chance
Why can't I be happy? I'm 18 about to move out of my parents home and yet *sigh* my life is so unfulfilling. Most people would think so; after all I never had to work to get what I wanted. So here I laid my auburn hair covering my eyes. I guess you could call me the "perfect person" people think I'm pretty and I'm considered 'popular'.
I think I'm ugly.
"Shena, are you just going to lie in your room when there's a beautiful day outside?" My mother scolded me. I knew I had to go outside. She never took no for an answer. "I guess I'll go walking." I sighed and slowly got off my bed. I brushed my hair back and searched for my purse. "I'll be back before dinner." I told my father before stepping out of my house.
Don't misunderstand me, I never wanted to get everything I want to be able to actually work for something in my life. I smiled bogusly at my 'friends'. If only they knew my pain; and how I was going to deal with it. I decided that this earthly life wasn't fulfilling enough. I smiled, the first time in years, no more pain and suffering. You may not understand my pain; but then again do you have to be perfect always? Probably not.
I guess your wondering how I'm going to this.
Yes, it sounds crazy, that there shouldn't be any reason to end my life. In my whole life I have never lived up to the 'expectations' everyone had. I had to say, think, and even act like I was just right. I have never done anything to make someone over-overjoyed. My friends wouldn't even miss me. They would forget the whole thing a week later.
Would you miss me?
I'll take that as a no. I HAVE to do this. No matter what you say I HAVE TO!
I begin my 'plan' by writing a letter, which says:
Dear Mother and Father,
I guess you're in shock. How could your perfect daughter do this? You would never understand. Mom and Dad I'm not perfect, nobody is. I have my faults and my weaknesses, and I guess dealing with the pain and torture was my weakness. Please, don't cry or be sad. I still love you; I want to give all my items to a charity. They need it more than I will. Don't blame yourself. It was everything.
I love you always,
Shena B. Williams
You probably think I shouldn't do this, but your wrong.
DEAD WRONG. Speaking of death. It's time for my departure.
I can feel it, the pain, it's in my blood delivering it to my whole body. My body is shutting down it doesn't want to breathe, to live another day. I know I will hurt my parents, but for years it has been slowly poisoning me. Why should I care?
Yes, I am human. I have grown cold-blooded over the years. But then again all humans are. That's why we must dominate everything that comes in our way.
Even if it means you.
I know I'm depressive. It's like a virus that has took control of me.
I get ready for a walk. I tell my father that I will be back before dinner. Obviously I won't.
My heart races as I pace to the bridge. Do I really want to do this? Should I? I walk to the middle. I climb over the edge. "Please, don't go through with it!" A male voice pleads with me. "I-I have to." I think twice. "No, we can find help for you. Just don't move." He begs. WHAT ARE YOU DOING DON'T GO THROUGH WITH IT! My mind screams. "H-hurry, please." I decide I don't want to die. I feel a shaky hand hold mine. "Okay, you made the right choice...On the count on three." I finally get a look at him. He's about 6'1 green eyes, light brown hair. "One. Two." My ankle twists and I fall.
I hit the water. The pain. It leaves and comes smashing back. I can't swim back up. My lungs they burn. Please, not like this. I WANT TO LIVE! I try with all my might to swim. My lungs are on fire. So close. I can't hold it anymore. I give one good kick and I feel fuzzy and slowly my eyes shut.
I rub my eyes; everything is still a blur. "W-where am I?"
"What?" I look around. Everything is so calm, so peaceful.
Why should I let you in Heaven when you have committed one of the 10 commandments?
"I wanted to live, I sl-"
Who am I talking to? Is he Jesus?
I have made my mind up. You shall stay at earth protecting people... like you. When I feel you have done enough you shall proceed to Heaven.
I don't know what to say. "Thank you?" The purity I once stood turned into a living room. My old living room.
"She was about to jump when I tried to save her. She gave me her hand, but she slipped. I'm sorry." The man says. "Don't blame yourself. She-she was going to anyway!" My mother sobs. "You tried to save her. That's the best you could have done." My father softly weeps. I start crying myself. How could I?
Well, should I continue it? It's up to you so please review!