It's a short story! (or two... or three?)

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Okay, who posts a short story (or any other kind of story, for that matter) in the forums?!?
I was especially bored, so sue me, all you fools who actually sleep!  

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Letter From A Dead Girl

I thought of it many times before I did it... I thought I had it all figured out...
But as I stand here today, watching my own funeral, I wonder... Was I being selfish? Was pulling that stupid trigger really a good idea?
I was the only one in the house that night, as I recall. My older brother may, or may not, have been there, I don't really care. The fact is, it's done... No going back!
I still haven't found out if it was a good choice or not, but it was a choice that many, including myself, make. If someone has a problem with it, well, I really couldn't care less! Maybe, if they'd taken notice of me... Then again, maybe I shouldn't have been hiding and running away... Maybe I should have dealt with my problems, instead of just wishing they'd go away...
My best friend tried, I guess, to pull me out of my hole, but... I dunno.
She took me to a Raiders game, she knew how much I loved them. She made me join choir, that wasn't too bad.
She listened to me, and she was always by my side, even when it got her into trouble. I hope that I go to "heaven" to wait for her, until she comes, even though I know I don't deserve it. Besides, I've made her miserable now, I doubt she'll want to spend eternity with me.
How I regret hurting her! I NEVER deserved her friendship! I am not worthy of the tears that she is crying right now!
I must say, life was crazy, but so far "eternity" isn't much better... I'm filled with thoughts, ricocheting here and there. One moment I wish I had never found the gun, the next I am glad for it!
I just wanna save you the trouble of thinking too much: BE CAREFUL!
Think of your friends! How do they feel? Do they want you dead?
Probably not, so talk (and listen) to THEM, instead of the voices in your head.
Once it's done, it's over... There is no going back!  

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OK, this next one is from a dream I had...
Basically, all of my dreams are recurring, so when I have one that I've never had before, I write it down... I have no idea why, it's just a habit that I got into a long time ago...
Sometimes there are pieces missing, but this one is complete, I am pretty sure.
It is also adapted slightly so that you get the feeling better, and because I am such a dramatist rolleyes

"I used to know that woman…"
"What…?"
"That woman… I loved her…"
"And who is she?"
"She's an ex…"
"Ewww… You went out with that?!"
"What do you mean? She was the most wonderful woman in the world… And then I broke her…"
"What?"
"Now she's a soulless, heartless psychopath. But she used to be so perfect! She used to light up every life she walked into and they would darken visibly as she walked out. She was eccentric and insightful, always knew what to think, and never said anything untrue… She had a habit of making us see things that we wanted to forget, she looked into a spirit and one could feel her smile upon it, saying "Have fun… You DO deserve it, and live for yourself and live for me". Now her inner voice says "Die all, suffer much, I can't take anymore!" Her bond with her own sanity broke under the stress of everything we put on her, and when I walked out… I felt it snap. I think that I was the person that she thought she would never lose. Everyone else, she loved them, but she knew that they were just passing moments… She never trusted anyone, by the time she turned 15, because she knew how fast people could show their teeth. I don't think that she was afraid of getting bit, because she jumped on them all, knowing that they wouldn't hurt as much if she didn't fight… But, when I turned on her, she felt the pain, she knew that there was nothing for her in this world. And she left it, heartbroken, to the anger, bitterness, sorrow, hatred, Evil… The ones that had tried possessing her body, only to find that, even though she should have been weakened by the acid that had been poured upon her, she was stronger than them. But, even the strong die, and her strength was what allowed her to decide that she couldn't save us all, and that we really didn't deserve her help. And she saw that she had to leave… while there was still enough of her left to flee…
"So, don't judge the empty husk she left behind, because the bright gold that used to lie therein was the best there ever was."
"You're leaving me, now. Aren't you? That look in your eyes says it all…"
"Goodbye."
And the young man turned, and he walked away from the beautiful girl he had been speaking to, his shot at a normal life, the kind that he had never had and always wanted, and he strode in the direction of the empty girl that they had been talking about. It was time for a broken heart and the last fragment of a shattered soul to find peace. How it had dawned upon him, after so many years, at that precise moment, we shall never know, but it's unimportant. Two bodies had been vacated by their spirits so long ago, now the hibernating soul would take the possessed shell of the woman that he should have stayed with, no matter how much less normal than his her life had been, to the grave with him, and they would rest easy, bringing no more of their personal hells into the world that they both knew was already hell enough!  

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This is what I call a frag... Basically, it just means that it's something that slipped out of a piece of my mind, no beginning, no ending, just an artistic set of words that came out when I put my pen to paper...

07/11/07

"I was born to live a lonely, pain-filled life: the long and unfair kind. But such is my fate… I will not deny it, nor will I try to change it. I merely accept it and plod on, for I am tired of despising, of struggling, of despairing.
"I have no home; my friends, one by one, disappear into lives that I can no longer share with them, and fade, not from my memory or my mind, but from my everyday worries.
"There is no rest, and still less reprieve, from the sadistic tendencies of my overly active mind… The why's, and the what-might-have-beens, the cries for mercy that every once in a great while I break down and release. The pent-up Anger which is my soulmate and the endless Hatred which is my shadow. The sense of Loss which shall always be my traveling companion and the Insomnia that all of these consort with, that extends my periods of suffering, from hours-on-end, to hours-never ending.
"Even Spite and Jealousy come to visit every once in a while, and Doubt a little less often, comes to see whether or not I have decided if this is truly my life, or the eternal torment of a soul which I can hardly believe was terrible enough in life to deserve this torture, for I cannot see how it would be possible to commit crimes enough for even one quarter of this torment.
"And, yet, here I am, just as you see me, treading ever-onward down my path of Torture, although you seem to have found me at one of the rare occasions when I plainly say, 'I will go no further, until I have had some sort of diversion.' Hence, the meeting I had with you, and the words we exchanged, which, seemingly you enjoyed, as much as these you grieve.
"I want only to tell you that I could never love you, and I'm truly sorry that you were under the impression that it was possible. I seek only peace, and we all know that love brings you the opposing force, therefore I seek no lover. You were merely a passing distraction to me, I desire you no more than you truly love me. You covet me, much as I would covet eternal sleep, so let me go, and never think of me again, unless it is as you would think of a ghost, for that is all that I can truly be to any other who lives in this world, where I leave no footsteps, and try to be invisible, for the sake of my own mind, and the well-being of everyone else who might cross the path of a demon."