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 Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 9:34 am
The haunting rock lyrics played throughout her mind like a loved lullaby. As the hot tears streamed endlessly out of her dark brown eyes, she stared at the cold steel gun in her hands.
Her thoughts raced as she sat with her back against the hard concrete wall. Barely any light penetrated the room, but enough that she could see the object in her trembling hands. The object she now associated with the end of her pain.
As she loaded the bullets clumsily into the gun, she asked herself an important question. How had she gotten to this point? On the brink of adulthood, and ready to end it all with one bullet. Her thoughts drifted through a cloud of pain and heartbreak back to her childhood
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You could say that her life wasn't the greatest from the time she was born. But life really hadn't gotten bad until her eighth year.
Details of events fade with time, but the details of this night would follow her to the day she decided to end it. In a sense, you could say it was the beginning of the end.
Many things were happening with her family at that time, but she was oblivious. She was a happy and adjusted kid.
Little did she know her father was a drug addict and had a heart problem. He was a ticking time bomb. But she didn't know this dad. The dad she knew always played with her and made her what she wanted for dinner.
One night her fathers body couldn't take it anymore. He was 31 years old and he had a heart attack and overdosed.
She woke to her mothers screaming.
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 10:35 am
good job. i feel so sorry or her, her dad died when he was only 31. wow.
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 12:24 am
I love the way you built up the atmosphere... with the character hiding in the dark mirroring how lost and alone she feels. Great job on the emotions... I feel terribly sorry for her and I've only read the first paragraph.
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