POISON KANDIE
(Stories)
SuperTeen
By: THIRTEENTWO
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Life could be so depressing sometimes, especially when you just wanted to die and couldn't. This kid, he tried everything he could think of to kill himself and hadn't come away with a scratch much less a death certificate. But he was determined. He didn't have much to be depressed about. The worse thing about his life was not knowing his real parents. He loved the ones who had raised him, but sometimes, he just wanted to say 'mom' and know the one he referred to actually gave birth to him. Not a big deal, but still. There were no scars on his body. He couldn't remember ever breaking a bone or going to see a doctor. Was that strange? He wouldn't of thought so. But everything was strange, really. He felt alone. Nobody really understood him. Yeah, all teens said that, but he meant it. Nobody knew what it was like to be him. He was tired of things being the way they were. He hadn't come to the conclusion that suicide was the answer from listening to crazy music or playing video games. It just came to him. But now he learned, failed attempt after failed attempt, he couldn't die. How depressing was that? Everyone died, right? Not right. He couldn't. So what did that make him? He figured the other attempts were just flukes, this one would work. Right? Right. Nobody could live through a shot to the head. He got the gun from a friend's house. He took a couple extra bullets. By the time they noticed anything was missing, it wouldn't matter anyway. He found a nice secluded place and fired off a few rounds, just to get a feel for things. He didn't want to mess this up. When he was ready, he put the gun in his mouth. Not a smart idea, obvoiusly, the gun was still hot. He let it cool down for a few minutes before he tried it again. It still didn't taste good, but it wasn't hot anymore. He pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. Well, that's not true. The gun fired. The bullet slammed into the back of his throat, but it didn't do anything. He spat it out and dropped the gun. That...was bull. Even bullets? He picked up the used, spit covered bullet and dusted it off. He had the taste of gun powder in his mouth and it wasn't pleasant at all. Great, just great. |
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