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5 October 2010, 05:17 AM   #1
Joined: 3 Oct 2010
Posts: 21
By me: kinda depressing little short story.  

My world is one filled with sadness and pain consisting of a four walled cell that was my
room. I had a bucket for a toilet and a pile of rags for a bed in the corner with a single
window boarded up with wood and nails. Night and day my captors prowled outside, went
about their business, but I knew. I knew that before long they would be back. Back again
to cause more pain and more hurt, but not tears, never tears no matter how much I wanted
to cry. I had learnt from experience that tears were not tolerated no matter how much the
punishment hurt, but they didn’t seem to mind it when I screamed.

I knew nothing about myself, not my family or even my own name. The only way I could tell
how old I was was from the markings on the back wall. Every Christmas I would be able to
hear the carols from my boarded up window on Christmas Eve and I would make a mark with a
sharp piece of metal I had found on the floor at least 6 years ago. I was 2 years and
already able to walk when I got here I know this because it’s one of the only things my
captors have ever told me of myself. 

I don’t know what I did to deserve this punishment, the bad ones tell me it’s simply
because I exist. I wished I didn’t exist, then I wouldn’t be in pain anymore and maybe
I wouldn’t be so alone. Because that is what I dream about, what I long for. That
somewhere out there, somewhere in this world there is a person missing me, knowing I am
alive and coming to rescue me free me.

It’s a dream, a fantasy and it’s never going to come true I know it, but I still wish
it and try to preserve the little of the dwindling hope and will to live I have left.

I can hear children now, down in the street below, yelling and shouting. They sound happy;
I wish I could be happy. I don’t think I can remember the last time I smiled, if I have
ever smiled.  

Sometimes I imagine myself outside. Imagine myself in the sunshine surrounded by green
grass and blue sky, stretching for as far as the eye can see. How I long to run through it
and feel the blades of green soft under my small, bare feet. The wind would be glorious as
it blew my long, silvery locks out behind me as I ran. The scent of spring flowers and
pine would fill my nose and the air would taste light and sweet. And beside me was a girl
with short red hair. I feel warmth and love rolling off her and into me.

And then I would wake up. And I was back again, back to my reality, a grey, four walled
misery with the rusty smell of old blood and urine. My captors slow, even footsteps can be
heard coming up the stairs to give out my punishment once more. I wish I was in my fantasy
I wish I was away in the field of green. I wish I was with the redheaded girl from my
dreams laughing and playing like the friend and family I can only find in my sleep.

I let one forbidden tear fall from my eyes as the door to my prison opens.

5 October 2010, 05:30 PM   #2
Guest Poster
Thats really good :D
I once wrote a really depressing short story. I mean a really depressing one, but I don't
let many people read it because they think I'm wierd for writing it.

5 October 2010, 09:02 PM   #3
Joined: 3 Oct 2010
Posts: 21

it shouldn't matter what people may think, its a form of self expression and a way of
portraying emotions, i say if you have talent. no matter how many people may think it
weird or depressing..you should show it to the world ^^

5 October 2010, 09:03 PM   #4
Guest Poster
I know :D
A lot of my friends say that to me all the time but I get so worried of what people might
think of my stories

6 October 2010, 03:56 AM    #5
Joined: 3 Oct 2010
Posts: 21
you should never be worried. if they dont like the genre then thats okay, but hat doesn't
mean that they wont like it for the way you wrote it ..(i dont even know if that made
sense *derp*)

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