Forgotten

A short story that I whipped up.

I curled up, not wanting to see anymore. Sadness ripped at my heart. No one cared, no one. What I thought was mindless babble among those who were smarter or older. I was overlooked. I never had anyone to talk to. I didn't want to cut myself, no. I wasn't going to hurt myself based on the biased and ignorant people around me. No one tried to help. No one cared. Do you think it's nice to go through life without recognition, without an acceptance of my very existence. Every word I said went unnoticed. Every scream was shushed. Ultimately, all I ever wanted was a tiny bit of sign that someone was listening. In that dark room of mine, portraying a nice girl, a bulletin board with assorted foreign papers, a neatly made bed in which I was now despairing in. A small tv, a desk and plain walls. I closed my eyes, wanting to escape this mindless prison that was my life. Everything was dull and drab. My parents met in college, fell in love, saved up, got married and had twins. God, I hated Jeanine. The feeling was quite mutual. She was the classic cheerleader, dating the star quarter back, dead ringer for prom queen. While I was her anonymous shadow of a sister. Sure I had friends. They didn't give a shit about me. They chatted idly around me, ignoring every word I said. Growing up my best friend was imaginary. I played with him. Sad, I know. I fell asleep crying and clutching my pillow for dear life in a nightmare that would be forgotten in the morning.

 

I woke up to another Tuesday. I slowly and unwillingly got out of bed, not ready for another day of pain. I looked in the mirror. My face was tear streaked, blonde hair frizzed in every direction. My blue eyes bloodshot. I sighed and worked on my appearance as not to be criticized upon by my unforgiving mother. Pale sunlight shone through my translucent curtains as I finally appeared presentable. I picked up my bag, and maintaining my battered pride, I walked out, head held high. Jeanine rolled her eyes and looked at me, her eyes narrowed. "How'd you sleep tramp?" she said coldly "I'm not the one sleeping with the entire football team" I sang and bolted down the stairs, not looking back. I grabbed a granola bar and my father, a man who was not yet losing his hair with a slight tinge of gray. He was a judgmental hypocrite. "Hi Daddy" Jeannine said sweetly "hello Jeanie bean, Erica" he said, his tone changing masterfully to happy then disappointed. I sighed and got out of that damn place. I walked quietly, taking in my surroundings. Same neighborhood, same crazy dog that wanted to kill me. My sister drove by in her new porsche. So, I got a junker that broke down the first day and my sister got a sports car. Fair enough. I sighed and trudged to the hell hole called school. An unnoticed shadow as I passed through that day. I had no friends, except for those sadistic sluts who sit at my table. Most of which I think had STD's. Rejects come one come all. I sighed and dumped my uneaten lunch in a trash can. 20 minutes of free time. I walked outside with warm air greeting me. I sat on the side of the building facing the tables outside. It was like I was invisible. "Only a month left of school...come on you cam do it" my inner voice encouraged me.

 

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Lol trying to make it as realistic as I can

 

"I wish it would just end" I said outloud to myself as I pulled out my beat up history book. Then I heard a slight shuffle. And I looked over to a spacey looking boy. I'd never seen him but he looked about my age. He had hazel eyes with green around the outside. His hair was dark and not too long. He was at least a couple inches taller and he wasn't a steroid using, gym-24/7 jock looking guy. He was a bit muscular but not to that extent. He was at least a foot away from me. We sat in silence then he brought out an English book with a slight grimace. He started studying and without looking up said quietly, "wish what exactly to end?" I looked at him and sighed. "Everything."
"even life?"
"....no"
"Good." He replied and looked up into my eyes "my name's Travis by the way." he introduced himself. "I'm Erica. Wait no not just any Erica this Erica I mean..." he gently put a finger on my lips "it's nice to meet you Erica" he said softly and let me speak "it's nice to meet you too...very nice." I said, embarrassed by my fluster. 'A friend...' my mind pondered.