Losing to the Dark (standard:other, 264 words)
Author: GreenPlaidSocks	Added: May 06 2008	Views/Reads: 2856/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Just a (very) short story I wrote while I was bored. About a girl and her struggles.

Losing to the Dark 

“It wasn't as if anyone got hurt.” Those were the horrible, untrue words
spoken by Denise O'Neil. The words that got her out of all the trouble 
and pain she caused me. 

Yeah, sure, maybe physically nobody got hurt. Maybe there weren't any
cuts or bruises on my body; but my mind, my soul, my heart, were 
brutally stabbed over and over again. It hurt. 

I knew I shouldn't let girls like Denise get to me. They shouldn't be
able to have power like that. I should be strong, stand up straight, 
hold my head up high, and ignore her heartless words. 

But instead, I'm sitting here, under a tree...crushed. 

It was impossible for me to cry anymore. All my tears had been used up,
there was absolutely nothing left in me. 

Why did Denise have to be the way she was? Why was I the only one she
enjoys torturing? Why did nobody stop her? Why did they all stand there 
and laugh? But most importantly, why do I care? 

Life will go on, tomorrows another day. Why should I sit here in sorrow?
I'll tell you why. 

Because it hurts. I can hardly even describe the feeling. It's like I'm
lying under a heavy piano as it slowly crushes me. As my bones break 
and snap in half, crumbing under the weight. It's as if my insiders are 
being clawed out by a cat. A cat named Denise. 

I hate cats. 

I wish the pain would end. Make it stop. Someone, anyone, help me. 

I am dying inside. 


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