Becca
Justaloser
Age: 20
Sex: f
Location: TX
What do you like to do: bolt, watch good movies, listen to music
What you look for in a relationship: I'm not really looking, but if I was
I'd look for sincerity and compassion.
Anything else? I like ice cream
and I'm a sucker for babies and puppies
A Story By Becca
I really loved it-Laura :)
I could feel the wind blowing my hair as I wondered deep into the cold dark silent forrest. Memories of the past began flashing through my mind; reminding me of how beautiful and enchanting the forrest once was. Cold wet tears began pouring from my eyes, rolling down my white cheeks, causing a them to freeze. I could no longer feel my fingers or even the wind blowing at my hair. Slowly the rest of my body began to weaken, causing my legs to feel heavy and sore, as if I had been walking for days. I noticed a log not to far from where I was standing. As I approached it I heard the hoot of an Owl. It startled me so badly that I could feel my body rushing over to the log. Finally, I was there. I threw myself on it and rested and tried to warm my face and hands with the Red Jacket I was wearing. It was a jacket that my mother had given me right before the accident. It was long and had silver buttons running up it and had a hood on it that I could unzip and take off. I loved it very much. After awhile I felt warm enought to continue my journey deeper into the forrest. I stood up a little sore and ventured in. After about an hour I could see it, the same house my father had built. It still had the little rocking chair that my brother had built when I was young. I remember sitting on it and listening to him tell me poems he had written. The door was opened so I just walked in. The walls were all chipped and worn out from years of neglect and all the furniture was covered in dust. I walked further into the back of the house where my room once had been. It wasn''t that big of a room; just big enough for me, my bed, and a dresser dad had built. The bed was broke and had caved onto the floor and the dresser was all knocked over covered in papers. I went over to the dresser and lifted up the papers. They were pictures of my family and me. We were all so happy and together. (Tears began pouring again) I wiped off my tears and placed the pictures into my pocket. Then I turned around and walked towards my parents'' room. Their bed was made and wilted flowers layed upon it. Their was a little imprint from where mom had layed her head. I walked in further and sat on the bed. As I sat I noticed the blood stain on the floor and started thinking about mom and what she had done. Then I saw a knife underneathe a nightstand where mom would set her books she''d read. The Holy Bible, the only book to never leave the stand. I stared at the book and the knife for the longest time. Then I picked up the knife and did what I had come to do...
Now some people say that suicide is a really bad thing, but for some it may be the only answer or means of escape from the world that they could no longer stand. I myself thought that it was wrong and immoral, but then again here I find myself lying on the floor, in the same spot where mom had found her answer-
her only escape from her nightmare she called life!!
