Fan Fiction ❯ uh...Death? ❯ Chapter 1

“Mom, it hurts.” she said with her green hair falling in her face. She was lying on her stomach bawling on her small bed. “Why does it hurt so much? It feels like something is tearing at my heart, breaking it into millions and millions of pieces. I want her back.”

“Well of course its going to hurt, hun, and we all want her back, but she's in a better place,” her mom said while coming up to her to hold her. “It's going to hurt for a while. No one knows how long someone gets over a hurt. But you'll see her one day.”

“But I want to see her NOW!” she said almost childishly. She looked at her mom. Her mom had salt and pepper hair, more pepper than salt. Her eyes, behind the glasses, were filled with concern, love and sadness.

“I'm sorry but you can't.”

“But, but, but, bu--” then she hiccupped and became quiet and laid her head on her moms shoulder and cried softly.

Her mom held her tighter rocking slowly while saying “Shh shh its all going to be all right shh shhh.” The girl with the green hair soon fell asleep.

“Good night Lydia.” her mom said tucking her in and kissing her brow, then walked out.

The next morning Lydia woke up with red puffy eyes that stung when you touched them. She sat up and looked around her room. It was messy. Clothes strewn all over the floor, random stuff on her bed side table, and the blankets to her bed looked as though someone just slept in them. Her white walls were blank except for random band posters here and there. She didn't have a dresser like most people do, she had a bookcase that she kept her clothes in, sometimes. She had one table lamp on her bedside table and a ceiling fan, a big one. Even though she just woke up, she felt like she hadn't slept at all.

She stayed in her room all day. No one could really blame her, though her grandmother just died and she felt like nothing could make her happy ever again. Her mom came in to give her meals so she doesn't starve, but she didn't eat them.

After about week of not eating she looked pale and skinny her once life filled hazel eyes held no life at all. Her mom tried forcing food down her throat, but that didn't help Lydia just spat it back up. One day her mom came in with stake, and as everyone knows stake needs to be cut up, so naturally it came with a knife. Instead of eating Lydia just stared at that knife, kind of contemplating on what she should do with it.

“To kill yourself, or not to kill yourself, that is the question,” she said staring at the knife, “Hmm, I'm guessing the FIRST ONE. Am I right?” she said and paused before she said, “DING DING DING!!!! YOUR RIGHT!!!! NOW HERES YOUR PRIZE!!!!” and held up the knife jumping around her room. Then she sighed and sat down on her bed calming herself. She looked at the knife again. Contemplating again. Contemplating if she should actually do it……actually kill herself. Then she decided.

She put the knife against the pale skin of her wrist. She sat like that for awhile until she pressed a little harder and drug it across the pale flesh. Crimson liquid dribbled its way down across the skin and dripped on to the floor. She did it again loving the way the pain felt. Its better than the pain of a broken heart, she thought. She kept doing it, kept cutting even when she started to feel light headed. She only stopped when she became weaker and it was becoming struggle to hold up her arm.

Her arm dropped to her side and the knife dropped from her hand and on to the floor in the little pool of blood surrounding her feet. She slid off of her bed and onto the floor, collapsed. She couldn't move. All she was thinking of was Shit I shouldn't of done this. She tried to move her arm but couldn't. She tried calling for help, but all she could out of her mouth was a little squeak.

Her breathing became short and haggard, she's slowly beginning to slip into painless darkness. Breathing becoming shorter and shorter and more and more haggard, until it finally stopped and she finally slipped into that painless darkness she's been craving for.

 

Her mom knew she shouldn't have put that knife in her room, but its to late. She got nervous when she heard Lydia yell “DING DING DING!!!! YOUR RIGHT!!!! NOW HERES YOUR PRIZE!!!!” Then everything got quiet. Real quiet. She heard a clang and a thump. She got scared. She bolted to Lydia's room and threw open the door.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” she screeched, running up to Lydia, cradling her against her breast.

“No. No no no no no no no no no no. Why god? Why, why do you always take the good ones? Why why why why why?” she said rocking back and forth with Lydia in her arms, burying her face is the girls hair, bawling her eyes out. The mother's heart died right there, with that little girl.