It was three in the morning. Ali was dazed. She was always dazed. She was dazed with her life.
She was dazed with her parents. She was dazed with herself. She used her clouded reason to protect her from herself and the pain that occasionally peaked through. She showed no real emotion. Well, she tried not to.
She could hear her mother’s soft but edgy voice; she could see the worried look on her face as she tried to break through to her daughter. Offering her anything she could think of to shatter the daze and get a response of some sort, any sort.
Ali was only human, and her walls had cracks. Sometimes, at the end of the day, there would be such little left of her, that she couldn’t hold the walls up anymore, and they would crash around her. There she would be, raw, exposed, and hurting in the way that gripped her from the inside out.
Ali looked at the bottle of pills. Did she really want to do this? Her mind had flirted with the possibility of suicide countless times. The thought of actually doing it brought a rush of excitement mixed with the grim reality that she would be dead. She would be a corpse, cold and hollow. There would be nothing else for her, no pain, no fun, no loneliness, no life.
No one was home. No one was ever home. Her parents were gone on one of their many trips. No one would know. They would find her dead body spread across the new, glossy tiles of their expensive bathroom.
She opened the bottle. It was filled with shiny green pills that looked like candy.
“I bet they taste good.” She thought aloud. Only one way to find out. She dumped a couple out in her hand. They looked mysterious and magical, resting in her palm, as if they could take all her problems away. She filled a glass with water.
Dingdingdingding-Dong. The doorbell rang nervously across the big empty house. She hesitated and then put the pills back in the bottle and restored them to their appropriate place in the cabinet. Oh, well. Maybe tomorrow night, she thought and went to go answer the door.
I was like so dazed by like the 5 times you used the word dazed in like the first few sentences! I didn’t get past the first few sentences because i was counting the amount of times you used that word. Never mind.
Vixodus
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You said that word so many times I can’t figure out what meaning you are using.
I hope part two is coming soon cuase I’d really like to know who’s gonna go to someones house at three in the morning. Some people in this world are so rude. Anyway, I’ll be patient.
Bottled-Vomit *_*
Attempted evacuation of the mind, body , and soul. Very lose It was a good write, and movein in itself, I like the suprise hault.
The continued thought was a nice toutch! When you have lived your life, expressed your emotions, and expierienced your bounty, all thats left is a shell of a used up mortal.
-MCL-Rob Widit
i like how you end it, suicide is so magical and important to her, but in reality she won’t ever do it ( i think). nice language, you describe the feelings very well…