Just a short one-shot I thought of on the spot...Mother's ngày is coming so I thought, why not? It's not that good, just so bạn know...
I hate her. I really really hate her. Sure she's the woman who gave me my life. Sure she's the woman who raised me all the sixteen years I've been alive since my father left us shortly after my birth. But I cannot bring myself to tình yêu her. What has she ever done that actually made me smile? She has always been a cruel and selfish woman who would do anything to get what she wanted. She would gladly hurt others for her own benefit, even me, her own flesh and blood. Everyday, I fear doing something that may anger her. If I did do something she didn't like, it was the two-inch metal cane coming down on me, bởi the hands of my own mother.
I left my trang chủ the moment I earned enough money from my part-time job to rent out a place cheaply, far away from the torture of that deranged maniac who I once called Mom. That was when I was sixteen, almost five years earlier. I often wondered how she ended up, but it was not out of worry for her. See, I never told her about my leaving the house for good. It is the same as running away, but I never saw hoặc heard of any police reports made bởi her looking for me. I was able to go out in the streets easily without any officers trying to drag me back trang chủ like they do for most runaways. It made me wonder if she truly hated me as much as I hated her, if I had truly been nothing thêm than a useless parasite she couldn't wait to get rid of. It sure seemed like it.
No one ever knew of my relationship with my mother. Whenever anyone asked, I told them my parents had left me when I was young. To some extent, it was true. After leaving the house myself, I ended up working overtime to pay off my school fees and living necessities along with the payment for the rent. My life became completely mine to live and control. I no longer had to live in fear. I got a good job after I finished high school, but I still stayed in the same apartment as I thought of it as a place of salvation for me, like it was the place that saved my life. I know it's strange, but it felt like that to me. My mother never bothered me again. It was all for the best. Life was good. Until I found out the expense of it all.
I was on my way to work on a normal day. The sun was bright and I had to wear sunglasses while I was driving. Incidentally I glanced at my calendar and realized something. It was my mother's birthday. For the past few years I had never cared. I hated her to the core after all. But after my fifth năm of a good life, I had softened up considerably. I decided to get her something, as repayment for raising me for sixteen years. It would not be anything extravagant. I doubted she deserved anything like that. I got her a simple wristwatch.
I drove to the old apartment in which I had suffered long before. The old door alone brought back dreadful memories I wanted to forget, but I decided not to back out since I already brought the small token of repayment. I rang the doorbell and waited. No response. I rang again, and the same result. I resorted to knocking, loudly. In my memory, she had always hated it when people knocked, and she would scream at those people without opening the door, calling them idiots for not using the thêm peaceful doorbell. However, the first sign that something was wrong showed. There was absolutely no response whatsoever.
I was confused. Did she di chuyển out? hoặc maybe she was just out shopping hoặc something? I decided to check the mailbox tiếp theo to the door. She had always hidden the house key there, with an inconspicuous thin black thread, attached to the key, hanging out of the slot. I checked it. The thread was there. The key was inside. She was at home.
Strange? Why didn't she answer the door? I then made the choice to take a risk and pulled the key out of the mailbox. I opened the door. When I did, I found the curtains drawn and the whole place was dusty. I looked like it had not been cleaned in ages. There was a musty smell in the air, and there was a particularly putrid odor coming from what used to be my room. Without thinking much of it I went into the room I once lived my tortured life in. Once I did, I received the shock of my life.
A skeleton hung from the ceiling, covered in rags and bits of rotted flesh. I stifled a scream and tried to back away, stumbling backwards and falling against my old set of drawers. I stared at the skeleton in shock. Then a yellowed envelope landed on my lap. It must have been on the hàng đầu, đầu trang of the drawers, and the impact of my fall caused it to flutter down. I saw the faded nghề viết văn in dark blue ink, spelling out the words, 'To my little boy Chase'.
My eyes widened in realization as I realized the skeleton was my mother, and that she had left the letter for me. I glanced at the skeleton again before ripping the envelope open and pulling out the paper inside it. I read each word slowly, so I wouldn't miss anything, and churning feelings filled my tim, trái tim as I read.
To my little boy Chase,
Today I realized bạn left our home. I was devastated and wanted to call the police, but then I stumbled upon a little notebook bạn kept in your room. In it, bạn wrote your plans of leaving, and how bạn hated me so much. I believe bạn thought I would never see that notebook. I don't believe bạn would ever read this letter either, but I still feel like I must leave my feelings behind somehow, whether bạn know them hoặc not.
Reading your notebook contents made me realize what a horrible person I had been, how much pain I had caused to you. I was over-stressed with work and alcohol seemed to make it better, though it seems to have thopoosite effect, and I have been đắng, cay đắng ever since your father left bạn and me for another woman. I took it all out on you. After all, bạn look so much like him. Even if I am your mother, I had no right to do that. bạn have every right to hate me. I have never done anything for bạn but make bạn suffer.
I have decided against going to the police, as I have brought all this upon myself. This is my retribution, and I doubt bạn would want to see the face of this horrible person any longer. I do not deserve to live, not after everything I have done. bạn were all I ever would have needed, but it seems that people really do not appreciate the things they have until they have Mất tích it. I have Mất tích you, and I realized how much I loved you. But I have been deprived of the chance to ever hiển thị it.
This will be the last ngày I breathe. I can never atone for my deeds against you, so bởi doing this, at least bạn would never have to see my face scolding hoặc tormenting bạn ever again. I hope the punishment I receive in Hell would be fitting. I have forced my own son to feel the misery and pain I had for all these years. That is unforgivable. I can only say, should bạn ever end up đọc this, that I am sorry for everything. Do not forgive me of bạn please, but at least let me apologize for all I've done. Have a good life, settle down with a nice girl and find happiness. bạn don't ever have to even remember me. Goodbye my little boy. I tình yêu you.
When I finished reading, I found myself crushing the fragile piece of paper and trying to stop myself from crying. Didn't I hate her? Why are my tears threatening to fall then? Was it because I had never really known my mother at all? I never realized how badly she had been affected bởi my dad's death. đọc the letter made me feel cold and empty inside. She was suffering, and since she had little education she struggled greatly with her jobs. She was the one who paid for my living expenses for 16 years. She was the one who taught me how to read and write when I was very young. She was the one who gave me life.
She was my mother, my only family. And now, because I was oblivious to her pain for so many years, I've Mất tích her, along with the chance to ever starting over. The tears finally streamed down my cheeks.
"MOM!"
I hate her. I really really hate her. Sure she's the woman who gave me my life. Sure she's the woman who raised me all the sixteen years I've been alive since my father left us shortly after my birth. But I cannot bring myself to tình yêu her. What has she ever done that actually made me smile? She has always been a cruel and selfish woman who would do anything to get what she wanted. She would gladly hurt others for her own benefit, even me, her own flesh and blood. Everyday, I fear doing something that may anger her. If I did do something she didn't like, it was the two-inch metal cane coming down on me, bởi the hands of my own mother.
I left my trang chủ the moment I earned enough money from my part-time job to rent out a place cheaply, far away from the torture of that deranged maniac who I once called Mom. That was when I was sixteen, almost five years earlier. I often wondered how she ended up, but it was not out of worry for her. See, I never told her about my leaving the house for good. It is the same as running away, but I never saw hoặc heard of any police reports made bởi her looking for me. I was able to go out in the streets easily without any officers trying to drag me back trang chủ like they do for most runaways. It made me wonder if she truly hated me as much as I hated her, if I had truly been nothing thêm than a useless parasite she couldn't wait to get rid of. It sure seemed like it.
No one ever knew of my relationship with my mother. Whenever anyone asked, I told them my parents had left me when I was young. To some extent, it was true. After leaving the house myself, I ended up working overtime to pay off my school fees and living necessities along with the payment for the rent. My life became completely mine to live and control. I no longer had to live in fear. I got a good job after I finished high school, but I still stayed in the same apartment as I thought of it as a place of salvation for me, like it was the place that saved my life. I know it's strange, but it felt like that to me. My mother never bothered me again. It was all for the best. Life was good. Until I found out the expense of it all.
I was on my way to work on a normal day. The sun was bright and I had to wear sunglasses while I was driving. Incidentally I glanced at my calendar and realized something. It was my mother's birthday. For the past few years I had never cared. I hated her to the core after all. But after my fifth năm of a good life, I had softened up considerably. I decided to get her something, as repayment for raising me for sixteen years. It would not be anything extravagant. I doubted she deserved anything like that. I got her a simple wristwatch.
I drove to the old apartment in which I had suffered long before. The old door alone brought back dreadful memories I wanted to forget, but I decided not to back out since I already brought the small token of repayment. I rang the doorbell and waited. No response. I rang again, and the same result. I resorted to knocking, loudly. In my memory, she had always hated it when people knocked, and she would scream at those people without opening the door, calling them idiots for not using the thêm peaceful doorbell. However, the first sign that something was wrong showed. There was absolutely no response whatsoever.
I was confused. Did she di chuyển out? hoặc maybe she was just out shopping hoặc something? I decided to check the mailbox tiếp theo to the door. She had always hidden the house key there, with an inconspicuous thin black thread, attached to the key, hanging out of the slot. I checked it. The thread was there. The key was inside. She was at home.
Strange? Why didn't she answer the door? I then made the choice to take a risk and pulled the key out of the mailbox. I opened the door. When I did, I found the curtains drawn and the whole place was dusty. I looked like it had not been cleaned in ages. There was a musty smell in the air, and there was a particularly putrid odor coming from what used to be my room. Without thinking much of it I went into the room I once lived my tortured life in. Once I did, I received the shock of my life.
A skeleton hung from the ceiling, covered in rags and bits of rotted flesh. I stifled a scream and tried to back away, stumbling backwards and falling against my old set of drawers. I stared at the skeleton in shock. Then a yellowed envelope landed on my lap. It must have been on the hàng đầu, đầu trang of the drawers, and the impact of my fall caused it to flutter down. I saw the faded nghề viết văn in dark blue ink, spelling out the words, 'To my little boy Chase'.
My eyes widened in realization as I realized the skeleton was my mother, and that she had left the letter for me. I glanced at the skeleton again before ripping the envelope open and pulling out the paper inside it. I read each word slowly, so I wouldn't miss anything, and churning feelings filled my tim, trái tim as I read.
To my little boy Chase,
Today I realized bạn left our home. I was devastated and wanted to call the police, but then I stumbled upon a little notebook bạn kept in your room. In it, bạn wrote your plans of leaving, and how bạn hated me so much. I believe bạn thought I would never see that notebook. I don't believe bạn would ever read this letter either, but I still feel like I must leave my feelings behind somehow, whether bạn know them hoặc not.
Reading your notebook contents made me realize what a horrible person I had been, how much pain I had caused to you. I was over-stressed with work and alcohol seemed to make it better, though it seems to have thopoosite effect, and I have been đắng, cay đắng ever since your father left bạn and me for another woman. I took it all out on you. After all, bạn look so much like him. Even if I am your mother, I had no right to do that. bạn have every right to hate me. I have never done anything for bạn but make bạn suffer.
I have decided against going to the police, as I have brought all this upon myself. This is my retribution, and I doubt bạn would want to see the face of this horrible person any longer. I do not deserve to live, not after everything I have done. bạn were all I ever would have needed, but it seems that people really do not appreciate the things they have until they have Mất tích it. I have Mất tích you, and I realized how much I loved you. But I have been deprived of the chance to ever hiển thị it.
This will be the last ngày I breathe. I can never atone for my deeds against you, so bởi doing this, at least bạn would never have to see my face scolding hoặc tormenting bạn ever again. I hope the punishment I receive in Hell would be fitting. I have forced my own son to feel the misery and pain I had for all these years. That is unforgivable. I can only say, should bạn ever end up đọc this, that I am sorry for everything. Do not forgive me of bạn please, but at least let me apologize for all I've done. Have a good life, settle down with a nice girl and find happiness. bạn don't ever have to even remember me. Goodbye my little boy. I tình yêu you.
When I finished reading, I found myself crushing the fragile piece of paper and trying to stop myself from crying. Didn't I hate her? Why are my tears threatening to fall then? Was it because I had never really known my mother at all? I never realized how badly she had been affected bởi my dad's death. đọc the letter made me feel cold and empty inside. She was suffering, and since she had little education she struggled greatly with her jobs. She was the one who paid for my living expenses for 16 years. She was the one who taught me how to read and write when I was very young. She was the one who gave me life.
She was my mother, my only family. And now, because I was oblivious to her pain for so many years, I've Mất tích her, along with the chance to ever starting over. The tears finally streamed down my cheeks.
"MOM!"
tình yêu bạn forever is about a girl who lives in a town, and has a few friends, she is every teachers "Perfect Student". A new boy and his sister di chuyển to town, and they fall in love. her father doesnt approve of the boy. the girl and boy plan to run away 2gether with his sister and her boyfriend. but her father makes her di chuyển towns. she is forced 2 go 2 a all girls school, she is Mất tích and alone, so she turns 2 suicide. the boy and his sister find her and they take her out of school and run away 2gether and promise to tình yêu each other forever. but her father finds out and shoots the boy, the girl is in pain and so is his sister so they run away from their lives and live new ones, under false identities, until her father finds her and kills both of them. (btw the father is crazy)
ok so now i need ur opinions. is it 2 borin, hoặc does it have a chance...
please tell me your true opinions.
ok so now i need ur opinions. is it 2 borin, hoặc does it have a chance...
please tell me your true opinions.
im so sick.
im sick of everything about you.
i hate what bạn say,
what bạn do,
everything.
it sets off some spark,
that just angers me inside and out.
im so sick.
im sick of your laugh,
your smile,
your eyes,
everything.
i hate how bạn talk to me,
how bạn treat me,
what bạn think of me as.
im not your toy,
im not your anything.
i dont belong to you,
im not a possession.
im just me.
and im so sick.
sick of everything in this godforsaken world.
especially you.
and i dont want to be something
that hates and is sick
of everything.
im just sick of you.
and honestly...
i dont want to be with you
anymore.
im so sick.
im sick of everything about you.
i hate what bạn say,
what bạn do,
everything.
it sets off some spark,
that just angers me inside and out.
im so sick.
im sick of your laugh,
your smile,
your eyes,
everything.
i hate how bạn talk to me,
how bạn treat me,
what bạn think of me as.
im not your toy,
im not your anything.
i dont belong to you,
im not a possession.
im just me.
and im so sick.
sick of everything in this godforsaken world.
especially you.
and i dont want to be something
that hates and is sick
of everything.
im just sick of you.
and honestly...
i dont want to be with you
anymore.
im so sick.
i cant take any more
of these drugs.
the poison,
attacking at my veins,
ngọn lửa, chữa cháy spreading through,
cant breathe.
but i need these,
and i must feel this
in order to get better.
no matter what it takes,
i have to get over you.
and even if this is
the most irrational way
to get over you,
i still intend on doing this.
i dont care how many needles
i must pierce through my arms,
how many seizures i must suffer through,
whatever it takes.
im going to do my best
to forget bạn even exist.
i dont care how much cocaine i snuff,
how many pills i take,
how many cuts
slice through my skin,
hoặc even if i end up
killing myself in the process.
i would be so lucky.
so,whatever it takes
to get over you
is the extreme
im going to have to
accomplish.
i dont care if i live,
i dont care if i die,
i dont care if all of this
is even real hoặc not.
im just going to do
whatever it takes
to get bạn out of my mind.
even if i die...
of these drugs.
the poison,
attacking at my veins,
ngọn lửa, chữa cháy spreading through,
cant breathe.
but i need these,
and i must feel this
in order to get better.
no matter what it takes,
i have to get over you.
and even if this is
the most irrational way
to get over you,
i still intend on doing this.
i dont care how many needles
i must pierce through my arms,
how many seizures i must suffer through,
whatever it takes.
im going to do my best
to forget bạn even exist.
i dont care how much cocaine i snuff,
how many pills i take,
how many cuts
slice through my skin,
hoặc even if i end up
killing myself in the process.
i would be so lucky.
so,whatever it takes
to get over you
is the extreme
im going to have to
accomplish.
i dont care if i live,
i dont care if i die,
i dont care if all of this
is even real hoặc not.
im just going to do
whatever it takes
to get bạn out of my mind.
even if i die...
Once upon a time There was a girl named Abby. She loved to talk. Her teachers eventually stopped calling on her.
One day, she talked during a ngọn lửa, chữa cháy while a kid in her class was telling her teacher where the 17 other children were.
The teacher couldn't here her, and the tìm kiếm for the children lasted twelve hours. During that time, a gang lấy trộm, đánh cắp five computers, three cars, seventeen dogs, and blackmailed the mayor into giving them seven grand.
Abby was expelled from the school.
When she told her parents, they imediately looked for a school for her to go to.
But the only school that gave her acceptence was the class in the juvinille deliquent center.
So she was trang chủ schooled.
But she caused her parents so much trouble that in a week they Mất tích their all hair and were standing on the thin line between sanity and the nut house.
So they duct-taped her mouth shut.
THE END
One day, she talked during a ngọn lửa, chữa cháy while a kid in her class was telling her teacher where the 17 other children were.
The teacher couldn't here her, and the tìm kiếm for the children lasted twelve hours. During that time, a gang lấy trộm, đánh cắp five computers, three cars, seventeen dogs, and blackmailed the mayor into giving them seven grand.
Abby was expelled from the school.
When she told her parents, they imediately looked for a school for her to go to.
But the only school that gave her acceptence was the class in the juvinille deliquent center.
So she was trang chủ schooled.
But she caused her parents so much trouble that in a week they Mất tích their all hair and were standing on the thin line between sanity and the nut house.
So they duct-taped her mouth shut.
THE END
As I grow to think about it thêm and more, and understand it thêm and more, I see that, as the saying goes, life is like a game of chess. But I have made my own saying up, which seems thêm true to me. Life is like a venture into the unknown. bạn never know what might await bạn next, thêm dangers, hoặc even happy successes. But one thing is for certain, bạn cannot always be happy, hoặc always be depressed. Life is like a mountain. bạn climb it, face all the challenges life brings you. bạn dump and break up, bạn win and make up. Things happen. bạn can't control it most of the time. So never blame yourself for bad things that happened to bạn in life. Life gets confusing a lot. But I still strive to reach my goals. Without goals, I would be like a broken-winged bird that could not fly. I would be aimless. I would not become better, build my character. Life is like a venture into the unknown, and I believe that to be true. So true.