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Short Story About Suicide
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Jun 26 08:35 UTC 1995 |
Ok, this is a really weird/morbid short story, I'm still not sure why I wrote
it, just something kinda spontaneous.
A short srory about suicide...
"Damn them all to hell" Thought Greg as he took the sharp X-acto knife to his
shoulder and focused on cutting himself, he cuth himself with a nice clean and
quick slash. It wasnt a real deep cut, but it bled alot, and he saved the blood
in a small bowl.
Greg then took a paintbrush and painted a picture of the world, from far above.
The only thing different was that at the bottom of the painting he had made it
look like the earth is bleeding, and he used hise own blood to make the world
bleed. He also mixed the blood with some regular reddish color paint, to make
the blood stay a more red color, rather then turning brown. He had just
finished the painting when his mom waslked into the room.
"What the HELL?" Greg shouted to his mom as she walked in.
"I wish you wouldnt scream and use that language Greg. My, thats a nice
painting greg, you sure do have some talent, I just wish you didnt
always paint suck weird and morbid things. That paing at the bottom
smells really funny though,.
"Oh, thats a new kind of paint I bought today mom. Its really nice, the
reason I yelled at you mom was because you always come into my room
WITHOUT kncoking, I wish you would learn how to knock." Said Greg
"Ok greg, oh my, what happened to your arm greg? Let me see it." Said
his mom
"No! Thats fine, its just some paint mom, its not blood." Shrieked
Greg.
"Well ok, I'm going to go grocery shopping, be back in an hour or two,
oh and clean this mess up in your room." Said greg's mom.
The next day at school Gregs L.A. teacher assigned a two page story for
everyone to write. They coulkd write whatever they wanted to, as long
as it had no violence or sex in it, graphic violence that is.
When Greg got home he had figured out a great idea for a story. He was
going to write a story about akid who commited suicide by suffocating
himself with a garbage bag.
He started his story off by telling about a little kid. THe kid was
always being beeten and raped by his father. And it had really started
to screw up the kids mind. One day when the kids father came home from
work, the kid took a metal pole and it k
knocked his dad out cold for a few hours when the kid hit him with it.
Eventually, the dad did wake up, and when he found his kid, he beat him over
the back with a big baseball bat. The kid almost died, and the father never
even took the kid to the hospital. The next day at school the kid wrote a
short message about suicide, and whne he got home he took a plastic garbage bag
and suffocated himself with it.
The next day greg handed his story in, and Mrs. Halderson read it a few
days later, as soon as she read it she calledgreg's parnts on the
phone, and when the parents learned of the stry and what it was about,
they rushed into greg's room and found him
lying on the floor, with a garbage bag tied around his neck...
I think one of the reasons why I wrote this story is because I'mv been
thinking about this story Ir ead once, while I was doing a report on
suicide/depression. One of the stories I read was about a 6 year old
who was in first grade I think. THe class
was assigned to write a one paragraph story about anything they wanted to write
about. The kid wrote about another kid, who had commited suicide by suffocating
himself with a bag. The teacher read the story a few days later, and called the
kids parents. When the parents wentto check on their kid, he was lying on the
floor, with a garbage bag around his head. I just think that someone that could
commit suicide at the age of SIX is seriously screwed up, or maybe itsn SOCIETY
thats screwed up, because the kid never showed signs of being depressed, he had
been happy as anything oh well. feel free to write comments, insults, tips,
pointers, or anyuthing you feel like writing. Oh, this may have turned out real
screwed up, because its 4 in the mornint when I did this.
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darklass
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response 4 of 13:
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Jun 27 06:19 UTC 1995 |
josh, love, grex doens't have word wrap. Put enters at the end of every
line for reading ease. I wrote I story and posted it somewhere back here
i think you'dmlike bit, it's the same tone. in the 150's I think.
Thta sotry kills me. i mean you neve tel us why he wants to kill himself
it doesn;t seem to be hisparents, doesn't seem to be his school. Almost like
the reason is such a dark secreet even he doesn't know it. Those are the people
who actually do it. The people who dont tell anyone, who dont' leave nortes
and who don't want to be stopped.
really the story was so consice, so sparing with detail it painted the
perfect picture of the end of a life, and for 5 am, your spelling was
pretty damned good.
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poison
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response 5 of 13:
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Jun 27 06:29 UTC 1995 |
I'm still not even know why I wrote it, I just seem to have opened the word
processer, and began typing. 10 minutes later I had a really short story
Kinda weird, oh well, I do that sometimes. I think I'll start writing
stories again, I havn't written many in a while, oh, thanks darklass:)
and toking. I don't know why the kid commited suicide, I think it sorta
has a bit to do with me, the kid is sick with life, hes bored, nothing
much to do, his only talent is painting, which hes good at, like it says.
I do know its pretty jumpy toking, I plan to write another story, just
like this one, but with more detail, and not be so bouncyish... I think
someday I have to get off the suicide/violent stories, thats all I seem
to write whenever I do write anything...
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fluffy
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response 9 of 13:
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Jun 30 06:06 UTC 1995 |
opium, judy is my, no my old middle school L.A. teacher:) Yippie! I'm out
of middle schooL!, damn now I have to goto an icky school, well, judy my
teacher. would probably begin to worry about me, if I wrote a story like that
and showed it to her.... Oh well, hope that helped:), oh, I'm also poison, so I
could get a bit confusing, by writing things on more than one account.
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