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Dysphoria
#WritcoStoryChallenge #depression #life
"Damn it" she said as she heard her aunt scream for her, "I'm coming auntie" she yelled back. She untied the rope from her neck and from the broken ceiling fan on the ceiling. Climbing down the little wooden stool and moving downstairs, she mumbled and muttered about how her aunt has such a bad timing.
"you've finally decided to get your lazy butt down here" Aunt Carol spat without looking up from whatever she was doing.
"sorry" Millie mumbled, "my leg got tangled in the bedsheet and I was just loosing the knot"
"I don't really care" Aunt Carol said, "The kids and I are going to their grandma's house so I expect you to make this house sparkle"
"yes ma'am" Millie said rolling her eyes discretely
"Did you just roll your eyes at me?" Aunt Carol growled like an animal she seemed to be.
" um.. no ma'am" Millie choked out truly terrified
"Go and get my whip immediately!"Aunt Carol glared holes into Millie's head and if looks could kill Millie would be six feet under.
After a series of continuous flogging, Aunt Carol finally got tired leaving Millie in a half consious state, "Remember to clean the house" aunt Carol said before leaving the house followed by her children who were as heartless as she was.
Dragging herself up, Millie went straight to the first aid kit in the kitchen cupboard and brought out almost a dozen of pain killers and other pills and poured herself a glass of water. In a normal circumstance, she wasn't allowed to touch the glass cups or the first aid kit but since this was probably the last option left in her 'How To Commit Suicide' list, she decided to die in style.
Millie walked up to the room she stayed for the most part of her wretched life, she sat down on the torn bed and looked at her pill-filled hands. Her life wasn't always like this, she was once a jolly child filled with dreams and aspirations until a fire outbreak occurred wiping more than half of the town she once lived in. Aunt Carol's husband, Greg found her admist the flames and saved her, took her to his house and fed her. His wife didn't welcome the idea of keeping an unknown child in the house and the worst came to worst when Greg died a year later living 8 year old Millie with his wife. Now 16, Millie has never stopped experiencing the pain of living with a stranger.
Millie took in a deep breath and raised her hands to swallow the pills when a voice stopped her, " Do you really want to die?"
"Yes I do and who are you or even where are you?" Millie spoke unsure.
" I am your guardian angel, I was sent to watch over you" the voice said
Millie gave out a big sacarstic laugh, "My guardian angel?, are you kidding me?", she had a serious look on her face and turned around to look for the person that owned the voice, " Look, whoever you are I'm not buying your joke. If you are my guardian angel then where were you all these years when I was almost beaten to death countless times, when I was starved for a week, when I was so sick that I couldn't stand up huh?, where were you?" she said and this time she had tears in her eyes which she wiped furiously.
" I protected you and made sure you didn't die or kill yours...."
"Oh please!, death is my only source of peace and rest, at least I can see my parents when I die" she yelled fuming with anger.
" Our Father in heaven wouldn't let a beautiful soul die just like that. You won't know this but every person in this world has a purpose in life. Everyone is destined to make a difference, little or big, everyone matters. Remember that girl you rushed to the hospital last week?" the voice said
"Yes, is there any problem?" she asked now interested
" She had only ten minutes to live and if you had committed suicide that day as you planned then no one could've saved her" the voice said. "Look, there is a reason for everything in life. Life is not a bed of roses, there is always an obstacle course to pass through, don't think you are the only one suffering in this world. If everyone that has a problem decides to commit suicide then the world will be empty cause everyone has a problem." the voice said
" Fine, let me believe you but don't stop me the next time I decide to commit suicide" she said and she didn't get any response so she took it as a yes. She decided to go and clean the house before the witch returned.
The front door opened and Millie's worst nightmare came through as aunt Carol let out an animalistic growl. It was then that Millie had already guessed her fate that evening.
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The next day, filled with bruises and marks, Millie went to throw out the trash. As she raised her hand to dump the trash she saw a car drive in but she paid no attention to it as she winced in pain, she looked at her upper arm which had a long bruise on it, it made her recall the way her aunt broke the glass which contained water she was supposed to drink the pills with and with the pieces of the glass, her aunt stabbed her on her upper arm while dragging it all the way down to her elbow. 'Nothing is going to stop me from committing suicide once I get the chance' Millie thought
She dragged herself inside the house once to stand face to face with people she never expected to see in this lifetime.
"Mom?, dad?", with tears in her eyes she recalled what the voice from yesterday said and her heart swelled with pure joy.
*SUICIDE IS NEVER THE ANSWER!!!*
"Damn it" she said as she heard her aunt scream for her, "I'm coming auntie" she yelled back. She untied the rope from her neck and from the broken ceiling fan on the ceiling. Climbing down the little wooden stool and moving downstairs, she mumbled and muttered about how her aunt has such a bad timing.
"you've finally decided to get your lazy butt down here" Aunt Carol spat without looking up from whatever she was doing.
"sorry" Millie mumbled, "my leg got tangled in the bedsheet and I was just loosing the knot"
"I don't really care" Aunt Carol said, "The kids and I are going to their grandma's house so I expect you to make this house sparkle"
"yes ma'am" Millie said rolling her eyes discretely
"Did you just roll your eyes at me?" Aunt Carol growled like an animal she seemed to be.
" um.. no ma'am" Millie choked out truly terrified
"Go and get my whip immediately!"Aunt Carol glared holes into Millie's head and if looks could kill Millie would be six feet under.
After a series of continuous flogging, Aunt Carol finally got tired leaving Millie in a half consious state, "Remember to clean the house" aunt Carol said before leaving the house followed by her children who were as heartless as she was.
Dragging herself up, Millie went straight to the first aid kit in the kitchen cupboard and brought out almost a dozen of pain killers and other pills and poured herself a glass of water. In a normal circumstance, she wasn't allowed to touch the glass cups or the first aid kit but since this was probably the last option left in her 'How To Commit Suicide' list, she decided to die in style.
Millie walked up to the room she stayed for the most part of her wretched life, she sat down on the torn bed and looked at her pill-filled hands. Her life wasn't always like this, she was once a jolly child filled with dreams and aspirations until a fire outbreak occurred wiping more than half of the town she once lived in. Aunt Carol's husband, Greg found her admist the flames and saved her, took her to his house and fed her. His wife didn't welcome the idea of keeping an unknown child in the house and the worst came to worst when Greg died a year later living 8 year old Millie with his wife. Now 16, Millie has never stopped experiencing the pain of living with a stranger.
Millie took in a deep breath and raised her hands to swallow the pills when a voice stopped her, " Do you really want to die?"
"Yes I do and who are you or even where are you?" Millie spoke unsure.
" I am your guardian angel, I was sent to watch over you" the voice said
Millie gave out a big sacarstic laugh, "My guardian angel?, are you kidding me?", she had a serious look on her face and turned around to look for the person that owned the voice, " Look, whoever you are I'm not buying your joke. If you are my guardian angel then where were you all these years when I was almost beaten to death countless times, when I was starved for a week, when I was so sick that I couldn't stand up huh?, where were you?" she said and this time she had tears in her eyes which she wiped furiously.
" I protected you and made sure you didn't die or kill yours...."
"Oh please!, death is my only source of peace and rest, at least I can see my parents when I die" she yelled fuming with anger.
" Our Father in heaven wouldn't let a beautiful soul die just like that. You won't know this but every person in this world has a purpose in life. Everyone is destined to make a difference, little or big, everyone matters. Remember that girl you rushed to the hospital last week?" the voice said
"Yes, is there any problem?" she asked now interested
" She had only ten minutes to live and if you had committed suicide that day as you planned then no one could've saved her" the voice said. "Look, there is a reason for everything in life. Life is not a bed of roses, there is always an obstacle course to pass through, don't think you are the only one suffering in this world. If everyone that has a problem decides to commit suicide then the world will be empty cause everyone has a problem." the voice said
" Fine, let me believe you but don't stop me the next time I decide to commit suicide" she said and she didn't get any response so she took it as a yes. She decided to go and clean the house before the witch returned.
The front door opened and Millie's worst nightmare came through as aunt Carol let out an animalistic growl. It was then that Millie had already guessed her fate that evening.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
The next day, filled with bruises and marks, Millie went to throw out the trash. As she raised her hand to dump the trash she saw a car drive in but she paid no attention to it as she winced in pain, she looked at her upper arm which had a long bruise on it, it made her recall the way her aunt broke the glass which contained water she was supposed to drink the pills with and with the pieces of the glass, her aunt stabbed her on her upper arm while dragging it all the way down to her elbow. 'Nothing is going to stop me from committing suicide once I get the chance' Millie thought
She dragged herself inside the house once to stand face to face with people she never expected to see in this lifetime.
"Mom?, dad?", with tears in her eyes she recalled what the voice from yesterday said and her heart swelled with pure joy.
*SUICIDE IS NEVER THE ANSWER!!!*
