Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-27601436-20160320052301

!!!!DISCLOSURE THIS STORY IS FAIRLY DEPRESSING AND THERE WILL BE A PART 2 AND POSSIBLY A PART 3!!!!

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Annie pt.1

Written By: JJ The Ripper (temporary author name my friend is using.)

I can still remember the way she looked that day. She was so beautiful, and I don't know why they pushed her beyond her breaking point. Her voice was soft, gentle and kind. She was so full of love... and they took her from me.

She had this scar on her left cheek, but she never told me how she got it. She always had her hair cover the left side of her face, however, when she had physical education, the teachers made her put her hair up so the scar is in plain view. That's when the torment started...

They would taunt her, push her, hit her, and they tied her up in the showers once and beat her, then they tried to drown her. I guess it eventually became too much for her. My only regret is that I wish I had told her how I felt about her... Maybe then, would she still be among us.

I had finally worked up the courage to tell her how I felt. I cleaned myself up, went to the market, and I bought her a black rose with a crimson tint. I headed to her house and I practiced what I'd say to her as I was walking. I showed up at her door... I was nervous as fucking hell, but I didn't care. I knock once on her door and... it opened ever so slightly... there was this horrible smell reeking from the inside of her house.

"Annie?" I called out, I got no response. I headed inside and I fearfully follows the disgusting smell throughout her house. It led to her bedroom, fearing the worst, I opened her door, I couldn't see her at first, but I followed this trail of a red like matter. As it turned out, it was blood. It led me straight to her closet. "Annie?" I whimpered, and opened the closet and what I saw... I'll never forget...

She had hung herself in her closet and she had also slit her wrist. I screamed her name at the top of my lungs and cried out, "PLEASE! NO! COME BACK! I LOVE YOU! PLEASE! WHY DID YOU DO THIS?! I LOVE YOU!" I fell before her dangling feet. I found the knife nearby... I picked i up and press it to my throat...

Api3ceofTo4st

05:23, March 20, 2016 (UTC) posted this up here for his friend! 