Fan Fiction ❯ Ignored ❯ Ignored ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Nobody Important 
A depressing little short story. If you don't like it just for the sake of not liking it, or you feel it is too dark, please don't comment. Thanks.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.02.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 753 | Visits: 219 | Status: Completed
A depressing little short story. If you don't like it just for the sake of not liking it, or you feel it is too dark, please don't comment. Thanks.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.02.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 753 | Visits: 219 | Status: Completed
Ignored
Nobody Important
May 2, 2006
She had made an appointment to see her psychologist today, after not seeing him for a year. For next Wednesday at 8 o’clock. She was having a hard time with her life, and she really needed to talk to someone who wasn’t involved.
Later that night, it just hit her, the urge to end it all right then and there. She had a few sleeping pills left in the bottle, and a few pain killers left. All she had to do was swallow them all, she thought. Nobody would notice ‘till morning that she was gone.
She was eighteen years old, still living with her mother. She had a part time job, one that didn’t pay enough for the medical bills, the doctors visits, the prescriptions. She had gotten her GED a year ago April. No idea what she wanted to do with her life. Oh, she had ideas, like a archeologist, or a crime scene investigator. She sure would show her dad she could make something of herself.
Her parents had been divorced since before she was one years old, she felt she could only truly depend on her mom. With every right too, she thought. Her mom was the only one who ever really supported her, who told her she could do or be anything she wanted to be. She loved her mom, which is one of the reasons she wanted to end it.
Her best friend, she felt, was no longer her best friend. She never talked to her anymore, she was always with her boyfriend. She’d call, and her best friend would say she’d call back, and never would.
Her father treated her more like a distant relative, rather than a daughter. He thought she was just fine, no problems. A normal teenage girl he never paid attention to. Normal except for her illness.
Cystic Fibrosis can’t be cured. She had had enough of it. She was tired of the pain, tired of feeling like she didn’t fit in. Tired of having to explain every time she coughed, or got sick. There would be no pain if she ended it now, she thought. No more stares, or questions as to why she was absent from high school so much, why she missed work so much.
She talked to one of her online friends, she had more friends online than she did in “real life”. Her friend listened to her, told her not to do it. She loved her, would she give up so easily?, she feels that way sometimes too.
She tried talking to one of her other friends, one she considered to be one of her best friends. He ignored her for a while, she thought he didn’t believe her. Oh, he believed her alright, he just didn’t like it. Well, she wasn’t too fond of it either. What was she supposed to do? Just pretend everything was fine and dandy?
Giving it one last shot, she tried to call her psychologist, only to get his answering machine. Damnit!, she thought. Of course, he’s not there when she needs him. She leaves a message for him to call her back, she needs to talk to him.
She waits thirty minutes, then an hour. She can’t take it anymore. It’s just not worth it. She didn’t want to wait for it to get better, she had been waiting as long as she could.
With her mother sleeping, she goes into the kitchen to get the pills and a glass of water. She comes back to her room, and lies on her bed. She doesn’t bother with anything, except a short note telling her mom she loved her, and that she really felt she’d be better off without her. She knew she’d be happier without the pain. And to tell her dad that even thought he didn’t love her, she loved him.
She put the note next to her, and stared at the pills. It will only hurt for a little while, she thought as she swallowed the first one. Tears gathered in her eyes, I’m sorry, Mom, she thought, and downed the rest of the pills.
Nobody Important
May 2, 2006
She had made an appointment to see her psychologist today, after not seeing him for a year. For next Wednesday at 8 o’clock. She was having a hard time with her life, and she really needed to talk to someone who wasn’t involved.
Later that night, it just hit her, the urge to end it all right then and there. She had a few sleeping pills left in the bottle, and a few pain killers left. All she had to do was swallow them all, she thought. Nobody would notice ‘till morning that she was gone.
She was eighteen years old, still living with her mother. She had a part time job, one that didn’t pay enough for the medical bills, the doctors visits, the prescriptions. She had gotten her GED a year ago April. No idea what she wanted to do with her life. Oh, she had ideas, like a archeologist, or a crime scene investigator. She sure would show her dad she could make something of herself.
Her parents had been divorced since before she was one years old, she felt she could only truly depend on her mom. With every right too, she thought. Her mom was the only one who ever really supported her, who told her she could do or be anything she wanted to be. She loved her mom, which is one of the reasons she wanted to end it.
Her best friend, she felt, was no longer her best friend. She never talked to her anymore, she was always with her boyfriend. She’d call, and her best friend would say she’d call back, and never would.
Her father treated her more like a distant relative, rather than a daughter. He thought she was just fine, no problems. A normal teenage girl he never paid attention to. Normal except for her illness.
Cystic Fibrosis can’t be cured. She had had enough of it. She was tired of the pain, tired of feeling like she didn’t fit in. Tired of having to explain every time she coughed, or got sick. There would be no pain if she ended it now, she thought. No more stares, or questions as to why she was absent from high school so much, why she missed work so much.
She talked to one of her online friends, she had more friends online than she did in “real life”. Her friend listened to her, told her not to do it. She loved her, would she give up so easily?, she feels that way sometimes too.
She tried talking to one of her other friends, one she considered to be one of her best friends. He ignored her for a while, she thought he didn’t believe her. Oh, he believed her alright, he just didn’t like it. Well, she wasn’t too fond of it either. What was she supposed to do? Just pretend everything was fine and dandy?
Giving it one last shot, she tried to call her psychologist, only to get his answering machine. Damnit!, she thought. Of course, he’s not there when she needs him. She leaves a message for him to call her back, she needs to talk to him.
She waits thirty minutes, then an hour. She can’t take it anymore. It’s just not worth it. She didn’t want to wait for it to get better, she had been waiting as long as she could.
With her mother sleeping, she goes into the kitchen to get the pills and a glass of water. She comes back to her room, and lies on her bed. She doesn’t bother with anything, except a short note telling her mom she loved her, and that she really felt she’d be better off without her. She knew she’d be happier without the pain. And to tell her dad that even thought he didn’t love her, she loved him.
She put the note next to her, and stared at the pills. It will only hurt for a little while, she thought as she swallowed the first one. Tears gathered in her eyes, I’m sorry, Mom, she thought, and downed the rest of the pills.