schrei.in.die.nacht
May 12th, 2008, 11:37 PM
THESE ARE NOT TOKIO HOTEL REALATED
okay, so i like to write short stories. its very fun, and it keeps my mind from exploding. and i have multiple notebooks full of stories, so i though i'd share them with you guys. no one has ever read these before. its kind of a private thing i do on my own time, cause im kinda afraid of criticism from people who kno me in person.
REPEAT! THESE ARE NOT TOKIO HOTEL REALTED
although, i do listen to music while i write, and whatever song im listening to affects the story a lot, so TH inspired a few.
this one is really morbid.
i don’t usually write like this.
inspired by dont jump. i even used a couple of lines from dont jump.
What You’ve Done
She couldn’t stand to look at him. She couldn’t stand to look at her. Just knowing what he did, what he did with her. It was filthy. She couldn’t believe something like this could happen. Her perfect life was crumbling before her eyes, and she couldn’t do anything about it. She felt suffocated. She couldn’t breathe. There was a stabbing emotional pain on her heart. She ran. That’s all she could do. Run. Her senses were drowned. She couldn’t feel anything, not the cold air on her face, or the soft drizzling rain on her skin. These things she would normally stop to admire, she was now oblivious to. She ran all the way home. It was becoming dark outside, and the rain was gone, but the skies were still gray, and the wet streets glistened from earlier’s soft rainfall. More things she would have normally found beautiful. She couldn’t see them now. All she could see was her pain. Pain. It was blinding her. She wanted it gone. She ran up the steps of her apartment, past her belongings, past her sister, past her life that was no longer worth anything. It made her feel stupid. How could she think it was all so perfect? She ran up the stairs to the roof. She didn’t notice her following. She walked to the edge of the building and looked down at the glistening pavement. She saw the beauty she had ignored earlier. She wanted to be part of it.
She reached the roof and looked at her sister. Her smart, beautiful, talented sister. Standing on the edge of the roof, her hair blowing in the light wind. She had to say something, something to change her mind.
Don’t do it.
There’s nothing left of me. I have no reason to be here.
Don’t jump.
I’m lost. All I see is pain.
Just come down. Give it a chance.
She took a step closer to her sister, who took a step closer to the edge. She ran up to her sister.
Please don’t go like this.
Don’t let them forget what they did. Don’t let them forget me.
The last words she heard before she saw her sister fall from the edge.
No.
She heard screams from below. Screams that weren’t hers. There was a crowd at the bottom that had been silently begging the girl not to jump. The silence was useless.
She looked down at her sister’s body. Mangled and Broken. Now on the outside, the way she felt on the inside.
She was still beautiful.
I scream into the night for you, don’t make it true, Don’t jump…
♥ ♥ ♥
They lowered the casket into the ground. I saw him. I saw her. Why were they here? She wouldn’t want them here
You did this to her.
What?
I hope you know this was your fault.
He stared blankly.
I hope you don’t forget her. I hope you don’t forget what you did. She loved you. But that wasn’t enough for you.
He continued to stare at me.
I hope she lives in your nightmares forever. I hope you know you’re a worthless piece of **** and you don’t deserve a place on this earth.
This had nothing to do with me.
Leave. Youre not welcome here.
A week later there was breaking news.
A young man had hung himself yesterday. A suicide note was found.
It stated:
It was my fault
I couldn’t forget.
Hopes became realities.
I felt very pleased with myself, knowing my sister won’t be forgotten, and that she had her final bit of vicious payback that he deserved through me.
The eyes of the city counted her tears, and they will not be forgotten. Never.
For the first time since she jumped I felt myself smile. I know she is happy for what I did.
I know she is proud of me.
Oh my god. That is so freaking morbid and depressing I cant even believe I wrote it. If you took the time to read the whole thing, im sorry I put you through that. i was also experimenting with a new writing style, i hope it wasnt confusing.
okay, so i like to write short stories. its very fun, and it keeps my mind from exploding. and i have multiple notebooks full of stories, so i though i'd share them with you guys. no one has ever read these before. its kind of a private thing i do on my own time, cause im kinda afraid of criticism from people who kno me in person.
REPEAT! THESE ARE NOT TOKIO HOTEL REALTED
although, i do listen to music while i write, and whatever song im listening to affects the story a lot, so TH inspired a few.
this one is really morbid.
i don’t usually write like this.
inspired by dont jump. i even used a couple of lines from dont jump.
What You’ve Done
She couldn’t stand to look at him. She couldn’t stand to look at her. Just knowing what he did, what he did with her. It was filthy. She couldn’t believe something like this could happen. Her perfect life was crumbling before her eyes, and she couldn’t do anything about it. She felt suffocated. She couldn’t breathe. There was a stabbing emotional pain on her heart. She ran. That’s all she could do. Run. Her senses were drowned. She couldn’t feel anything, not the cold air on her face, or the soft drizzling rain on her skin. These things she would normally stop to admire, she was now oblivious to. She ran all the way home. It was becoming dark outside, and the rain was gone, but the skies were still gray, and the wet streets glistened from earlier’s soft rainfall. More things she would have normally found beautiful. She couldn’t see them now. All she could see was her pain. Pain. It was blinding her. She wanted it gone. She ran up the steps of her apartment, past her belongings, past her sister, past her life that was no longer worth anything. It made her feel stupid. How could she think it was all so perfect? She ran up the stairs to the roof. She didn’t notice her following. She walked to the edge of the building and looked down at the glistening pavement. She saw the beauty she had ignored earlier. She wanted to be part of it.
She reached the roof and looked at her sister. Her smart, beautiful, talented sister. Standing on the edge of the roof, her hair blowing in the light wind. She had to say something, something to change her mind.
Don’t do it.
There’s nothing left of me. I have no reason to be here.
Don’t jump.
I’m lost. All I see is pain.
Just come down. Give it a chance.
She took a step closer to her sister, who took a step closer to the edge. She ran up to her sister.
Please don’t go like this.
Don’t let them forget what they did. Don’t let them forget me.
The last words she heard before she saw her sister fall from the edge.
No.
She heard screams from below. Screams that weren’t hers. There was a crowd at the bottom that had been silently begging the girl not to jump. The silence was useless.
She looked down at her sister’s body. Mangled and Broken. Now on the outside, the way she felt on the inside.
She was still beautiful.
I scream into the night for you, don’t make it true, Don’t jump…
♥ ♥ ♥
They lowered the casket into the ground. I saw him. I saw her. Why were they here? She wouldn’t want them here
You did this to her.
What?
I hope you know this was your fault.
He stared blankly.
I hope you don’t forget her. I hope you don’t forget what you did. She loved you. But that wasn’t enough for you.
He continued to stare at me.
I hope she lives in your nightmares forever. I hope you know you’re a worthless piece of **** and you don’t deserve a place on this earth.
This had nothing to do with me.
Leave. Youre not welcome here.
A week later there was breaking news.
A young man had hung himself yesterday. A suicide note was found.
It stated:
It was my fault
I couldn’t forget.
Hopes became realities.
I felt very pleased with myself, knowing my sister won’t be forgotten, and that she had her final bit of vicious payback that he deserved through me.
The eyes of the city counted her tears, and they will not be forgotten. Never.
For the first time since she jumped I felt myself smile. I know she is happy for what I did.
I know she is proud of me.
Oh my god. That is so freaking morbid and depressing I cant even believe I wrote it. If you took the time to read the whole thing, im sorry I put you through that. i was also experimenting with a new writing style, i hope it wasnt confusing.