Yoshi-Flower99

    I inhaled a sharp, shaky breath. My fingers trembled above my keyboard, my other hand keeping a tight, but sweaty grip on the mouse. My eyes were glued to the computer in front of me, the bright monitor serving as my only light in the dark room. I glided the mouse across the desk, my fingertips gently pushing against the keys. The image of a dark forest, with the single beam of a flashlight was planted in front of me. I hated this game. Hated it. Sure, the graphics weren't Disney quality, but the jump scares made up for it. But it wasn't all bad, I suppose. My friend was on Skype with me, and her voice was enough to keep me sane in the cu

It was a hot, Sunday morning. The suns rays burned down onto Earth, heating up the tar streets almost instantly. Many kids played around in the various neighborhoods. But only one, stood out. Many “Lost Pet” posters were planted around.  Almost everyone seemed to be cooped up inside their houses, trying to keep cool. A single girl walked down the streets, no less than 15 years old. She bobbed her head from side to side, her straight, red hair following the movement. She hummed various songs to herself, hands patting against her legs to mimic the beat. She happily strolled down the neighborhood, waving to her fellow neighbors who w

Salty tears found their way down my face, trailing to my chin and falling off. My eyes were clamped shut, to the point where it felt like the eyelids would rip off. Teeth bit into my lower lip, the metallic taste of blood splashed across my tongue, and down my throat. My right eyes opened slightly, gazing at the world beneath me. My hands felt like they were getting weaker and weaker. I couldn’t hold on anymore, I just...can’t. I look back over my shoulder and on my balcony, and then down to where I am. At the very edge, my hands keeping a tight grip on the railing. I...I had to let go. I had too. This world doesn’t need me

It’s always that time in life, where you feel no one will support you. Where everyone thinks you’re crazy, but you’re really not. Well, this makes it even harder on me. Harder because I  am going crazy. Insane. Mad. Whose fault is this? My friends fault. Their fault for giving me that retarded dare.. But I guess I take partial blame. I accepted the dare. I was a fool. A fool for not realizing the consequences.  that affected me more than I thought. My friends and family don’t believe a single word I say. Who would? After you’ve seen I’ve seen, you can’t help but feel all hope is lost. That the end is