Pain Immortalized (standard:other, 1209 words)
Author: meihuey	Added: Sep 15 2002	Views/Reads: 3256/2086	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A girl feels hurt, crushed by a girl she consideres one of her closest friends... she takes her own life... and realizes that life is precious and regrets her decision

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I was dead. 

Dead. For eternity. My so-called friends would probably be happy.
Somehow, I hated them. They never really cared about me. I wasn't 
intelligent. I didn't have good grades. I didn't have a lot of friends. 
I wasn't pretty. I didn't have a boyfriend. I didn't have anyone I 
could have related too. I wasn't doing anything to help anyone. Come to 
think of it, I had absolutely nothing. Nothing to live for. Everything 
I had thought I had lived for was a lie. A lie. Everything. So why are 
Marilyn and Sophia crying so hard now? Why do my schoolmates even 
bother coming to my funeral? Why do my friends, family and even my 
crush care about me now that I'm dead? 

They're caring a little too late. I'm dead. 

Yeah. Now they care. They've sort of forgotten that only the living need
care not the dead. But I miss them. Very much. I destroyed any 
relationship that I did have with my friends at all. Now that I've gone 
and killed myself, I can't live anymore. My life is over. Over. Gone. 
Sayonara. And I have to accept that now. There's no turning back, even 
though I miss my life so much. The parties, the going out, the guys... 
if only I had known this was going to happen I never would have drove 
into that truck. I'm sorry that I never patched things up with Marilyn. 
I miss everything. I just want to hug everyone that was important to 
me. I just want to eat the wan tan mee or the crabsticks with 
mayonnaise that I eat everyday. But I can't. I can't eat. I can't 
smile. I can't breathe. I can't laugh. I can't crack a joke. I'm dead. 

All too soon, they sealed the coffin on me. It's so dark. Pitch black.
And I'm claustrophobic. But I can't scream. I can't do anything. I'm 
dead! Six feet underground. I'll lie here and rot forever and ever. I 
miss my parents and friends. I'm so sorry I put them through this. I 
shouldn't have. I love them so much. But now, I'm dead. Dead people 
don't cry. Dead people don't shed tears. But right now I wish I could. 

Right now, I hope that anyone contemplating suicide would not do so.
Learn from my mistake.  Or you'll be confined to a dark cramped space 
for eternity, wishing you were alive. Wishing you could've lived 
longer. But you're dead. Wishing you could see your friends and family 
again. Wishing you could patch up your squabbles.  But you can't. Your 
eyelids are fused shut. 

And now that death has caught up with you, you can't cry. 


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