It was 4:00PM when the bell ring. I was happy because school was finished and I was free until the morning. I ran to my locker, took my school bag and went out to go home. My house was at 5 minutes of walking from school. Everydays, I was stopping at a cliff to look the nature. But everydays, I was hurry because of those bullies who were always there at 4:05PM. That day, I was a little bit late and, at 4:05PM, they arrived. One of them saw me. He yelled: - Hey you! Dumb guy! Yeah you! Get away from here or we'll kick your a**! I said: - I was just passing. No need to get mad. His face became red. He look at his friend and two of them bounced on me. They took my arms so I can't move it. The big guy came near me and said: - No one is allowed to speak to me like that! You will pay for it! He began to kick me as hard as he can. It was like a tank passing slowly on my body. Suddenly, I heard a big "CRACK". The two guys holding me looked at the forest and let me fall, forgetting I was almost inconscient because of they're leader's punches. I felt. I heard another "CRACK". That time, it was the fence. I was falling off the cliff. I saw me yelling and then, nothing. ______________________________ Bump if you want me to continue my story It's my first one so don't be too hard on bad comments please
It was a total black out. Where was I? Who was I? So many question and no answers. I heard voices. Who's voices was it? I knew nothing. I felt nothing phisically. What happened to me? My eyes oppened. I was with other people, classed by sections and numbers. I saw a man, he was looking at me. I saw other people in the room, all dressed with white clothes, all looking at me with a sad face. I wasn't able to move. The people in the room doesn't seems to have notice that I oppened my eyes. I tried to speak but nothing got out of my mouth. My body was covered of blood. I understood when the man said: -The parents will come to indentify the corpse. WHAT?! CORPSE?! I was dead. I was only 15 and I was now dead. I felt the urgent desire to run, to dance, to walk, to stand on my feets or only to move my arms and my legs. I was too young to die. I was asking God a new chance. I would have been the happiest man on the earth. I wanted to be with my family, my friends and everyone I loved. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><>< Bump if you liked it and I'll continue to my third and possible last part.
Funerals... It's not funny to be there even when you barely know the dead person. I was at my own funerals. Everyone I knew was there. My friends, my parents, my sister and my brother, my uncles and aunts, my teachers and my poor grandparents. They were so weak at their age. My girlfriend was there too. I didn't wanted to look at them but I couldn't close my eyes or turn my head. It was the worst torture on the Earth. I saw their eyes beeing all wet and I saw tears on my best friend's cheeks. Even my father was crying. I was getting cooler every minutes. I was scared. Scared by the unknown. I saw my little sister's face changing. She tried to keep her tears but when she saw me, she began to cry. She was only 10 years old. I saw a man, I never saw him before. He came and people began to cry even more. He closed my coffin and everything became black. I saw something in the dark. Something bright, white and shiny. A light. I felt like my soul got off of me. I was getting closer after each seconds passing. My feeling was gradualy quitting my soul. I was no more sad for my family and my relatives, I was not affraid, not happy. My feelings were dead too. It was the end of a 15 years old guy. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Thank you all to have read my first story and I hope you liked it. You can ask me to write other stories if you liked this one and don't hesitate to post your point of view below