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Thread Topic: #depressionkilledthem
It all started in highschool (it always do)
Reshi felt like an outcast
An unwanted creature..A troll or smtin
She had no idea why ppl hated her..She did all she cud to fit in but was tossed in the trash like a ...Trash!!(dramatic music)
She had no friends and she got alone
Her parents were always busy and....
Read at it own risk...
It was evening and she was all alone no one to hold her
No one to tell her she was with it all
She got a rope tied it round her neck..Stood on a chair and tied the rope on the ceiling fan...
The fall broke from the ceiling and she fell to the ground... Unharmed...lol
(Wait are we adding on to this story or creating our own)
Create your own...or u can add...ur choice
Daniel Keem was a YouTuber who loved to talk about news. But as his subscriber count got higher, he realized that the subscribers were not there for him, but for the news. All Keem wanted was approval from others, so he felt he needed to put his own opinion in his videos too. But this did not go over well, and he spiraled into insanity. In an insecure state, he took all of the anger he has for himself and projected it onto others. Keem became infamous, but the real end of his career was when the cop investigated him. His career and status died, due to his insecurity.
Woahhhhh...😚😚😚😚my heart melts ...that was ammaaazzzinnnggg!!
I was on my bike, gliding down the driveway to ride on the streets. Suddenly I dragged my feet on the ground to stop. I saw a shadow that belonged to no one. It was standing straight up, and not leaning against any object or lying on the sidewalk. Suddenly the sidewalk in front of the shadow lowered, turning into something like stairs. Fire shot out of the hole that it lead to, and was hotter than the hottest fire in history. The shadow turned to face me. With a flourish of its hand, a burning iron bracelet, like the genie’s cuffs, surrounded my left forearm. Then the shadow, whatever it really was clenched his fist, and pulled its arm toward itself. A force dragged me towards the fire and the shadowy being. I fell off my bike, and started skidding to the phenomena. I tried resisting the pull, but it was too strong. I was truly scared. Pretty soon, I was almost to the fire. I could feel the extremity of its heat. Thee shadow spoke. “You are mine,” it said in a possessing voice. I shook my head, still using all my strength to pull away. Suddenly there was a bright flash of white light, and it was all gone.
There was nothing of the recent occurence that suggested anything had happened. The only traces were that a great amount of grass was burned to ashes, and blowing away in the wind, the sweat over my whole body, and the burn on my wrist that was definitely going to scar. “Thank you,” I whispered in the air, to the being had saved me. I put my bike back into the garage, and didn’t come out of the house for days.
It needs a better ending i think, but I can't think of a good way do end it. I'm awful at endings.
AnarchoGirl NewbieHere’s my attempt:
(p.s) this might be really long
(P.p.s) trigger warning: self harm, rapeage.
(P.p.ps) i spent three hours on this, so plzzzz read and review.
Rai Collins had been alone her whole life. That’s what she told herself. Although she was only nine, so it honestly wasn’t the best judgement of herself. She didn’t care. She was in 4th grade, like most kids her age, but was smart enough to easily be in middle school. But no one knew that. No one knew her any way. Not even her parents. What they knew was what she referred to, in her mind, as her mask. Her mask was energetic, friendly, funny, and, most importantly, AVERAGE.
Normal. She had two bffs. She had a crush. She had hobbies. She was just an average 4th grader girl (she was a bit of a tomboy, but so were her friends.) But in her room, at night, after she had taken one of her dad’s pill things, she peeled off her mask. (she had discovered the properties of the pill things [they had caffeine] after she caught him taking one once. They were really easy to smuggle out of the kitchen, she had discovered). She let herself relax. Aaah. True self again. Perfect.
She pulled a small plastic triangular prism out of her backpack pocket (she had swiped it today when mr. Zimmerman wasn’t looking.) She pulled up her pj leg and began making small scratches. Light pressure. She continued, and began to go faster and faster with more and more pressure, stopping herself right before she bled. Her leg was covered in red marks. If she bled it would get on her white sheets and her clothes and her mom would notice. She put the triangle back in the pocket. After she had let her heart beat go back to normal, she walked over to her bookshelf, reached under it, and pulled out a thin, black box. Her Box Of Treasures. She carefully pulled off the lid, looking for a Hershey or something. Instead she saw a small piece of foam. Insignificant, probably, to most. Not to her. Her mind swirled, and before she knew it she was once again reliving her worst nightmare.
She was hanging out on her porch, with her best friend who lived down the block. His name was Jack. He was two years older than she was, and she kinda had a crush on him. (Take that, people who say you can’t have a crush at 7!) They were hanging out in this HUGE fort made of foam and stuff they had built together.
There were no windows, and no adults could get in the door cause the door was just big enough for Jack to squeeze through.
Jack: hey wanna play a fun game?
She giggled. Rai: Sure, sounds fun!
He explained the rules, and she giggled a lot. Private parts!
Over the rest of the summer, they played this “game” a lot. They swore never to tell anyone. She liked it at first, but after a while the novelty wore off and she realized how bad it was. Jack still insisted on playing it. She gave in. Then school happened again and Rai didn’t see Jack until the next summer. And by then, he had learned the social rules: “little girls don’t play with older boys.” And at the end of that summer, Jack’s parents broke up and he moved away. Rai never saw him again. And she never told anyone about the things they had done.
Rai was gasping for air. Her heart was pounding wildly.
It’s ok, she told herself. Jack’s gone. Jack. Is. Gone. She sat there, panting, for a few minutes, before putting the cover back on the box, sliding it back under the bookshelf, and climbing back in bed. She grabbed her tablet and played stuff online until it was time to get ready for school. Her dad wasn’t having a good day, so of course she got yelled at. And that felt bad. Her mom left at 6:00 am, before she had a chance to say goodbye. When her dad walked away, she punched herself in the jaw a few times for that. She left for school. It whizzed by and before she knew it she was walking home again. When she got home her parents were yelling at each other. As usual. She grabbed a granola bar from the kitchen and headed upstairs to her room to listen to punk rock on her headphones. She had a strange habit, which consisted of picking skin off her feet. She had no self control over it, and she had to make sure her parents never saw the scabs. The after-affects, besides scabs, were mostly just a lot of pain. Her dad ran up the stairs and told her to do a bunch of chores, which she bent her head and did. When she was done, she took a sip out of her dad’s water bottle cause she was tired and her feet ached. She put it back quickly, though, praying he wouldn’t notice. He didn’t. She could hear her dad and mom fighting some more downstairs. She sighed. Why did she even live like this? Suicide attempts were pointless. She lived in Ohio. Suburban Ohio. Her bedroom on the second floor wasn’t high enough to do anything but break her arm. Then she had an idea. Next week the 5th graders were going on a field trip to see the Purple People Bridge. If she could tag along, she could jump off it. She sighed again. Had she really sunken this far? This was a drastic decision. She heard the sound of glass breaking downstairs. And some more yelling. No. She would do this. She had to.
**next week, at the bridge**
She basically exploded with relief. She had done it. She had made it to the bridge. She lagged behind the 5th graders and eventually saw a nice-looking tourist lady near the edge. She approached her, pulling out her phone. She opened up the Notes app, where she had written a message. She had a plan.
Rai: Hey, would you mind taking my picture?
Tourist Lady: not at all!
Rai handed the phone to the lady. The message she had written said “My name is Rai Henworthe Collins, and I am about to attempt suicide. Please tell the adults responsible I want my grave to say ‘Rai Collins lived a short, hard life. And when her body finally gave way,she knew her soul had died a long time before that.’ Thank you.”
By the time the lady had finished reading the message to look up in shock and horror, Rai had made it to the edge and was standing there. “This is cliche, but, goodbye, cruel world.” She murmured to herself. She squeezed her eyes shut, straightened her body, and jumped.
dragonsfire Novice"Aaah. True self again. Perfect."
Maybe don't have it in those words. I don't know how to describe it. Maybe describe what she's feeling as she can feel her own self coming back.
And how does this boy know these things at 9 years old? that seems unreasonable.
There's also some formatting. Flashbacks are generally in italics (which you can do, the formula is on the bottom of the page). And when there's a big time lapse, sometimes both through time and space, there's usually a symbol in between the two paragraphs, and for small ones, like a couple of days, but it's a different subject, there's usually a space between the two paragraphs.
You guys are so f---ing good
Oh please dragonsfire.... We dont need long critics
Which is accepted....
Just admit it was "Unique"😊😊
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