Easy Way Out

The sounds of appluase are greatly appreciated, because I have yet another story for you. A real story this time, don't worry [: Guess what, this time the main character has a family :D But that doesn't change the "emo" mood as some of you might describe it. Does anyone actually want me to write happy stories? This is just complete personal opinion, but I find that reading stories about people who have amazing lives just pisses me off and makes me feel bad about my own life. Really, who would read stories if all of 'em made you feel like that? No one. Unless you're just really cool and don't mind that. I've done a little update (well going to do) on my other blog, I would love for you to check it out, link's right here: http://foreverxxangel-angelreview.blogspot.com/ This one, for those of you who don't know, is just a place where I babble about random stuff I find interesting. I have a short attention span, I am easily amused. Well, that's a long enough into, here's the story you guys have eagerly awaited [: Thank you so much for reading, and I hope you like it ~ Angel

            A pain throbbed in my head. How did I get here? There was only the steady sound of dripping to accompany me. Everything ached, everything. I could barely see through all these bandages, everything sounded muffled too. The silence was interrupted by the steady click of high-heels. Then, the door opened.

            “Oh, look who’s awake,” chirped the nurse. I hadn’t known her for five seconds and I already hated her. She looked young, probably one of those teens who volunteered at hospitals just so it would look good on their resumes. “I heard you had a nasty fall.”

            I couldn’t believe it; she was treating me like a six year-old who just fell off their bike. I narrowed my eyes, but beneath my bindings, she would never be able to tell. Or would she? Before the nurse left, she shot me an evil, all-knowing glare.

            I let out a deep breath and fell back into my pillows. That’s right; I knew how I got here now. No, it wasn’t just a “nasty fall”, it was a fall from a twenty story building. I couldn’t have possibly fallen out by accident, no, no idiot could manage that. But I’m a bigger idiot for trying to do it on purpose.

            Obviously, my plan had failed, I didn’t even think of that at a time. I mean really, how many people do you know that have survived a twenty story drop? No one, that’s right, they’re probably all dead because their plan actually succeeded.

            This was supposed to be the end, of everything. I couldn’t imagine my horrible life anymore, not in that little apartment with my drug addict mom, abusive alcoholic dad, five little sisters, and older brother. I don’t even know how we all ever fit in there. My dad beat us in rotation, seven of us, seven days of the week, it worked out perfect fine for him and my mom was always too high to care.

            Throwing myself off the balcony wasn’t that hard, I just had to think about the horrible life I would finally be rid of. Having failed, I would have to return to the miserable life I sought to leave. How on earth would they pay for my hospital bills? That’s right, they wouldn’t, I was the least favourite child anyways, never obeying their messed up orders. I was the only one who would rebel, I had my own mind and my own ways, they never got around to manipulating me.

           I looked over at the clock, 3:04 pm. I had attempted shooting for a better life at 11:11 am this morning. Those paramedics sure work fast. Too fast for my likings, wait another hour and my plan might’ve just succeeded. I guess that was my punishment, for trying something so rash and hopeless. The only thing I’m left with now is my shattered, fragmented memories and bones.

            The only good thing I got out of this was a lesson. An answer I had to get the hard way, and I hope that if you ever decide to be as stupid as me, you’ll reconsider. Nothing is perfect, and the least perfect thing of all are plans, every plan is flawed, don’t forget that. Think about something, anything that brings you happiness, even if you’re like me and you think that there’s nothing good left in life. There’s always something good left, you just have to look for it. Even if you think that it wouldn’t matter if you departed this world, let me just tell you, there’s no easy way out.