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A story written by Ashleigh E. H.[SIZE=16pt] { / / I g n o r e d † }[/SIZE]

"The anger, it fills me quickly as my "friends" continue to ignore me, acting like I fail to exist. Bloody twits..., The words echo hatefully in my empty head as I try not to slam my fist into one of their faces. But of course, I cannot. Simply, I turn and leave, for they will not notice and will simply continue to ignore me if I attempt to say farewell. That is who they are. They love to make me miserable by ignoring me, talking sxxx about me while I am there. There giggles...how annoying. Home isn't any better, as my parents do not wish to see me unless I am being their slave again. They treat me like a maid and a servant for their overweight selves, making me cook meals over and over again until I get it perfect and clean until whatever I am washing sparkles and shines in a holy manner when the rays of light hit it. They make all my decisions for me and I lack a say in my own life. This is why I quit. I quit being your "oh so perfect" daughter, I quit being your friend. Just leave me the hell alone and let me lead my life the way I want it. You thought this would never happen, you had no. idea. what was running through my "foolish" head. You didn't think I was capable of self thought, didn't you? Fxxxing twats."

 

I read over the note, my hands trembling with hate of the people in my life. Suddenly, I can't take holding the emotions in any longer and I scream. I scream loudly until my voice is hoarse. It sounded like I was dying, but of course no one came to check if I was okay. Of course no one cares. Who would want a failure like myself to live? No one. Because I am a failure at everything, apparently, I'm ugly, I'm useless, not even my own family loves me. They put on their masks around me but I can see straight through their disguises. They want me dead. So I'll give it to them. I'll leave and I won't ever return.

 

My body was shaking more than it was before I screamed as sobs racked my body. I threw the piece of paper at the door to parents' bedroom, not waiting to see in fall to the ground less than a foot from where I stood. They probably wouldn't even read it and it they did they would simply say "good riddance," or "Dxxx, now we have to hire a servant," because that's all they cared about. I wrapped my hand around the strap of my backpack, flinging the door open before I dashed out the door and into the cold of Winter, the tears on my cheeks turning into ice and then painfully cracking on my skin. I didn't even bother to close the door. I just kept running, through the fallen and falling snow, past self-centered people who didn't even offer me, a crying, running child, a glance. I fell many times due to slipping on the ice, cuts now scattered across my skin, but that was nothing compared to what I felt inside. Nothing.

 

No one would miss me. No one would even notice. The police wouldn't come and no one would look for me. I bet no one will even file a missing person's report.

 

I continued to run for as long as the day and my body allowed. I do not know how many hours passed before my legs gave way and I fell deep into the waist-high snow. The cold bit at me and my underdressed self. In my fury I forgot to put a heavy coat on, warmer pants, and snow boots on. I had even forgot my snowboard which would have come in handy for traveling down the mountains. Snowboarding reminded me of Christmas, not like I would ever experience one. Nor would my family though as I was always the one to buy gifts. I never got so much as a thanks or even a smile in return. They simply tossed it into the fire and commented on how well it burned. I hoped that eventually I would be able to receive a gift and have someone like the gift I give them, if I survived the winter that it. It was December twenty-first. Four days before Christmas. I hoped I would be able to survive that lo... My thought was cut short as darkness overtook me and I slipped into unconsciousness. At least in that state, I didn't feel the cold. Or if I did, I wouldn't remember it.

 
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A story written by Ashleigh E. H.[SIZE=15pt] { / / I g n o r e d }[/SIZE]

[SIZE=8pt] After who knows how long, I opened my eyes, my body quickly awakening as I was shaken by unknown hands. Most of my muscles were too cold to move so I didn't even try, I simply moved my eyes to look at whoever the kind soul was who was shaking me. I realized it was a female, maybe about twenty or thirty years of age. "Child, what are you doing sleeping out here in the cold? You're going to freeze to death!" She said, concern heavy in her face. Concern was something I had not seen or heard in a long time, or maybe if I did I simply passed it by or failed to notice it. As I did not respond to the woman, she gingerly picked my body up, removing her coat and forcing it upon me even though I tried to refuse it. It did feel nice to be warm again, though. I could actually feel my body. Maybe some people are [/i]nice people.[/i] I thought, forcing my facial muscles to work and pull my lips into a smile. I don't know why, but I was angry. I was mad at the woman, but it's not like I wished to die. I wanted to live to have a proper christmas and a birthday that is celebrated by friends and family. I didn't want my life to end without seeing and feeling such luxuries.[/SIZE]

 

I explained to the woman that I was dehydrated and must have fainted and told her I would be fine once I drank something. I had not expected a bottle of water being placed in my hands. I felt like I was begging for food and water and as I realized this, I tried to give it back to her but she had already begun to leave. Unsure of what exactly to do, I simply called out to her, "Thank you, Miss!"

 

After that happened, I sat in the snow for a few more minutes, stunned by her kindness. Maybe I made a mistake. But as such thoughts ran through my head I remembered some of my friends and how they were kind to me at the start but grew to leave me when I needed them so badly. Maybe she isn't so kind....She's probably just like everyone else. I thought, a scowl creeping across my face, red with cold. I thought about removing the jacket and ditching it along with the water but I needed it. I needed to survive until at least Christmas....

 
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