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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.
"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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