| The End of a Life by Victoria Ainsworth [A girl walks into a room and sits down, pulling a gun from her pocket and setting it on the desk infront of her.] I can't take this anymore. Life's over. I've got no boyfriend, no chums, no family. What I have is alot of emptiness inside. I'm lonly for companionship. I just want someone to care about me. To care about what happens in my life. Someone who will take the time to come up and ask me "How are you doing today?" Maybe they can give me the impression they care about me, or even if they don't. I'd like my mom to put her arms around me and tell me that she's proud of my marks. I want my dad to come home one day and tell me that he loves me. I need their love. I'd like a friend that I can really count on, to be there when I need someone to talk to. I don't have anyone. Not one. No guy ever comes near me. They always leave me sitting in the corner. I have been told once that I was pretty, but didn't believe them. If I am, why don't I have anyone to love me? My life isn't worth living anymore. No one will even know that I am gone. No one cares enough to miss me just a little bit. Love, family, and friends aren't mine. And neither is my life. Not anymore. |
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