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Hey... I haven't posted much on here... I don't even play Minecraft much. But I am an aspiring writer, so I thought I'd share my brain incase anyone likes it. I'm really proud of this one. :3
I'm going to give my story a trigger warning. A main theme is suicide, so you have been warned. I will put the potentially triggering part in a spoiler for you, okay?
The old woman sat, dejectedly, in the old brown rocking chair by the window. It was cold in here, but warm compared to the frozen emptiness inside. She held a bottle up to the light, examining it, as if trying to find some purpose in the bottom of the empty glass.
“Someday…” she mumbled, hoarsely. “I leave you with one word, to be interpreted as you choose. ‘Someday’, she said. Hmmph.” She mumbled other things, unintelligibly, but kept coming back to that one. “‘Someday’ she said. Someday. Huh.” She rocked back and forth, anxiously. She stopped and adjusted the bright red scarf around her neck.
Well, it used to be bright red. It was more mahogany, now. It used to be warmer, too, and not so threadbare. That was a long time ago. When the mystery that had plagued her all her life was first uttered. “Someday.” And the little girl that said it. She was only 15. And, to the old woman’s amusement, she remembered that she herself had only been 18 at the time.
The mirror across from the rocking chair caught her eye. Her hair, white as the snow blowing outside. It had been black, then. When she was 18, I mean. Her light green eyes were still the same, if not a little dimmer now.
It had been this time of year, too, hadn’t it? February, goddammit. The girl had almost been 16. The old woman dropped the empty bottle, angrily. It rolled across the floor, agonizingly slow, until it ran into the wall and stopped, pathetically. The old woman’s thoughts were miles away. Many miles and 71 years. That’s right, she had kept track, not caring whether it did her any good or not.
The air had been frigid. The tension in the house was frigid, too. It was Sunday. Her parents’ house. Board games had been the afternoon’s plan. But no, it turned out very differently. That girl, her best friend. Her real name was Emma. She was standing there, fists shaking and eyes blazing.
“You don’t believe me, do you?! You never have!”
“I’ve done so much for you, Emma!” Came the exasperated voice. Samuel, the old woman’s- Lily was her name- best friend, and previous love interest.
“All you’ve done is hurt me, Samuel!” Came Emma’s angry reply. Their friend, Cyra, interjected.
“That’s not true and you know it! He’s been such a good friend to you!”
“Not anymore!”
“That’s cause you’re not trying anymore!” shouted Samuel.
“Yes I am! I’m trying my very hardest!” Emma turned to her friend, James. “Right, James? Tell him!” James looked around nervously, but said nothing. “James, you told me you believed me!” She turned to Cyra. “Cyra?” Cyra shrugged.
“You’re not trying hard enough to get better. You just want our attention.” Emma’s eyes searched everyone’s in the room, but nobody defended her. Panic rose in her throat, and she raced out of the room. Lily followed.
“Emma…” She called. The girl whipped around, her eyes wild with fear and anger.
“I… I told you! They don’t want me! They don’t believe me! Do… do you believe me?”
“Of course I do.”
“Then why didn’t you say something!?”
“I’m sorry, Emma, everything happened so fast.” Emma was crying, panic in her every action. Lily pulled her close, but she pulled away. Emma had never pulled away before.
“It’s obvious! Everyone’s better without me! I’m the only one here with problems I can’t control. I’m a burden. I’m a problem.”
“No you’re not! Breathe.”
“NO! STOP LYING TO ME, LILY!” Lily backed right off. Emma had scared her, honestly. Her voice cracked with pain. “I’M A BURDEN! I’M A PROBLEM! I’M IN THE WAY AND EVERYONE’S BETTER WITHOUT ME!” She grabbed her coat.
“Emma, stop! You”re not thinking clearly!” Lily grabbed her friend’s arm, and even though Lily was stronger than Emma, the younger girl pulled away.
“YES I AM! I’VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS FOR MONTHS! YOU CAN’T LIE TO ME ANYMORE!” She grabbed her scarf and barely had her boots on and one arm in her coat before she stepped out into the snow.
Lily stood there in shock for a moment, and then went into the other room, where the others sat, astonished. Lily yelled at them. None of them had ever seen her angry before. Lily was as patient as they come. But not now.
“HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO HER!?” She screamed. “SHE’S BEEN THROUGH SO MUCH, AND THE FACT THAT SHE’S EVEN ALIVE SAYS SHE’S DOING HER BEST! NOW IF I DON’T STOP HER, SHE WON’T BE HERE ANYMORE! DO YOU WANT THAT?! DO YOU?!”
Then Lily left. She threw her coat on and grabbed the keys to the van and ran outside. The snow was falling thick. She had a few ideas of where Emma would go. She knew Emma well. After the girl had watched her parents turn to ash in an explosion, she had moved in with Lily’s parents. Emma was basically Lily’s sister. And now she needed help.
Emma wasn’t in the first three places Lily looked. With panic rising in her own throat, she had one idea left, and if Emma was where Lily though she was, she would be in big trouble if Lily didn’t hurry.
Lily parked the van on the side of the road and scoured the ground for footprints. Sure enough, Emma’s too big, pink snow boots had been here. Leaving the van running, Lily raced down the abandoned train tracks, unsure whether to call for Emma or to keep quiet. She rounded the bend, and there was Emma, just as Lily had feared.
She stood on the train bridge, her red scarf longer than she was tall, blowing in the wind. She looking over the edge into the river far below. With the snow falling in oversized, fluffy snowflakes, it felt eerily like ‘It’s A Wonderful Life’. She watched her for a moment, and when Emma put one boot up on the railing, Lily knew she had to call out now.
“Emma!” She called. Emma put her boot back down and looked at her, her eyes devoid of anything bright. Lily started to approach, arms out, and Emma put her boot back up on the railing, defensively.
“YOU CAN’T STOP ME!” She yelled over the snow, her voice raw and cracked from screaming. Tears started to pour down Lily’s face now, a rare sight, her voice rising in pitch, panickedly.
“Emma….! Don’t do this, please!” Emma started to cry, louder, and lifted her other foot onto the railing. Lily started to run towards her.
“IF YOU COME ANY CLOSER, I’LL JUMP RIGHT NOW!” Emma screamed. Lily halted, unsure what to do. She wished Samuel were here, or her mom or dad. They’d know what to do. Finally, she decided to act calm. If she was calm, she wouldn’t be adding any more stress to Emma’s panic.
“Emma…. can you breathe for me? Please?”
“NO!!” Emma refused.
“I love you, Emma! Isn’t that enough?” Emma didn’t respond. She was breathing in short, ragged gasps of air, glaring down into the swift flowing river below. It would be cold down there. Lily quieted her voice even more. Just loud enough to carry through the snow. “I’m going to take care of you… I’m going to help you, and I’m never going to let you go… you are safe…”
“No I’m not!” Her cry was a little quieter, more timid. Maybe she was starting to give in, slowly. “I’m never safe from myself, Lily.”
“You will be, Emma. Someday, we will get you there.” Lily assured, gently. Emma smiled, still staring down into the abyss. It was a strange smile.
“Someday. That’s… that’s a nice thought.” Lily was winning now. She nodded and continued talking to her friend, softly.
“It’s cold out here, isn’t it. I bet the river down there is even colder. You don’t want to feel that pain.” Emma stared straight into Lily’s eyes, and suddenly all of Lily’s new found courage was gone.
“It’s cold in here, too.” She said, brokenly, her hand on her chest. “And I don’t want to feel that pain anymore, either. If there was a good reason for me to stay, I’d stay. But there just isn’t, Lily. Everyone will be better off without me.”
“Emma….” but Lily couldn’t find her words. Emma turned to face Lily now, both feet on the ledge. She stood tall. Shaky, a little. But tall. Her red scarf blowing valiantly in the wind. She sighed.
“If it ever came to this…. I wanted to say something beautiful. Something quote worthy. But there’s nothing beautiful left in me.” She turned, and Lily struggled desperately to say something. Anything. But she couldn’t. Then Emma turned back once again. “Wait…. maybe… maybe there is.” She looked into Lily’s eyes. “Change the world, Lily. I know you can. You have that power. It’s in your eyes. Your beautiful, powerful eyes. Change the world.” She turned towards the rail again, and Lily took a step forward, but Emma stopped one last time. She had a mysterious look in her eyes. “A word. I leave you with one word, to interpret however you choose.” She fingered the red scarf, thoughtfully. Then she looked back up again. A freakishly calm look in her eyes, and a quiet, but hurting smile. A smile Lily would never quite get over. “Someday.” the girl said. She chuckled, brokenly, and then before Lily could stop her, she jumped. Lily screamed, racing to the edge of the train bridge and collapsing to her knees.
“EMMA…….!!! EMMA NO!! NOOOO!!” The thudding of her heart ringing in her ears, and the louder thud of Emma, far below. Lily screamed and screamed, clutching the one thing she had left to hold onto. Emma’s scarf, which caught on the railing as she fell. She sobbed into the scarf, wishing that it was Emma, receiving and realizing all the love Lily had to give. But Emma had made up her mind, and Lily had been unable to find the words to stop her. So Lily screamed now, but it was too late.
Eventually, people came, hearing Lily’s screams across the valley. Lily wasn’t able to tell them what had happened, but they could see. They knew.
Lily rocked back and forth in the old, brown rocking chair by the window, tears pouring down her face. Her old, wrinkled face. She had spent her life trying to change the world. Trying to change what couldn’t be changed. She never went anywhere without that red scarf, the years darkening it to an unattractive, dull mahogany. ‘Someday.’ She would say. ‘Someday, everything will be as it should be. That is my belief.’
“But it’s not true….” She croaked, her old, dimmed eyes brimming with tears. Nothing could ever be changed to how it should be, and now she was all alone in a senior’s home, and nobody knew her anymore. No one remembered her, or her hopes and dreams for some wonderful someday. Emma was still dead. Lily could hear her voice, haunting her dreams. She always had, all her life. “It’s cold, Lily. It’s cold down here, 6 feet under. I wish… I wish I had my scarf… I wish… I wish somebody was here to love me. Someday…. someday… maybe….”
“What’s not true, Mrs. Limmons?” The voice broke through Lily’s thoughts. She hadn’t realized someone else was here. The new intern. What was her name again? “What’s not true, Mrs. Limmons?” She repeated.
“Someday.”
“What?” The intern stared at her, quizzically. Lily closed her eyes. Her shoulders slumped.
“Someday doesn’t exist.”
“What do you mean, Mrs Limmons?”
But the old woman was dead.
Welp :/
I'm going to give my story a trigger warning. A main theme is suicide, so you have been warned. I will put the potentially triggering part in a spoiler for you, okay?
The old woman sat, dejectedly, in the old brown rocking chair by the window. It was cold in here, but warm compared to the frozen emptiness inside. She held a bottle up to the light, examining it, as if trying to find some purpose in the bottom of the empty glass.
“Someday…” she mumbled, hoarsely. “I leave you with one word, to be interpreted as you choose. ‘Someday’, she said. Hmmph.” She mumbled other things, unintelligibly, but kept coming back to that one. “‘Someday’ she said. Someday. Huh.” She rocked back and forth, anxiously. She stopped and adjusted the bright red scarf around her neck.
Well, it used to be bright red. It was more mahogany, now. It used to be warmer, too, and not so threadbare. That was a long time ago. When the mystery that had plagued her all her life was first uttered. “Someday.” And the little girl that said it. She was only 15. And, to the old woman’s amusement, she remembered that she herself had only been 18 at the time.
The mirror across from the rocking chair caught her eye. Her hair, white as the snow blowing outside. It had been black, then. When she was 18, I mean. Her light green eyes were still the same, if not a little dimmer now.
It had been this time of year, too, hadn’t it? February, goddammit. The girl had almost been 16. The old woman dropped the empty bottle, angrily. It rolled across the floor, agonizingly slow, until it ran into the wall and stopped, pathetically. The old woman’s thoughts were miles away. Many miles and 71 years. That’s right, she had kept track, not caring whether it did her any good or not.
The air had been frigid. The tension in the house was frigid, too. It was Sunday. Her parents’ house. Board games had been the afternoon’s plan. But no, it turned out very differently. That girl, her best friend. Her real name was Emma. She was standing there, fists shaking and eyes blazing.
“You don’t believe me, do you?! You never have!”
“I’ve done so much for you, Emma!” Came the exasperated voice. Samuel, the old woman’s- Lily was her name- best friend, and previous love interest.
“All you’ve done is hurt me, Samuel!” Came Emma’s angry reply. Their friend, Cyra, interjected.
“That’s not true and you know it! He’s been such a good friend to you!”
“Not anymore!”
“That’s cause you’re not trying anymore!” shouted Samuel.
“Yes I am! I’m trying my very hardest!” Emma turned to her friend, James. “Right, James? Tell him!” James looked around nervously, but said nothing. “James, you told me you believed me!” She turned to Cyra. “Cyra?” Cyra shrugged.
“You’re not trying hard enough to get better. You just want our attention.” Emma’s eyes searched everyone’s in the room, but nobody defended her. Panic rose in her throat, and she raced out of the room. Lily followed.
“Emma…” She called. The girl whipped around, her eyes wild with fear and anger.
“I… I told you! They don’t want me! They don’t believe me! Do… do you believe me?”
“Of course I do.”
“Then why didn’t you say something!?”
“I’m sorry, Emma, everything happened so fast.” Emma was crying, panic in her every action. Lily pulled her close, but she pulled away. Emma had never pulled away before.
“It’s obvious! Everyone’s better without me! I’m the only one here with problems I can’t control. I’m a burden. I’m a problem.”
“No you’re not! Breathe.”
“NO! STOP LYING TO ME, LILY!” Lily backed right off. Emma had scared her, honestly. Her voice cracked with pain. “I’M A BURDEN! I’M A PROBLEM! I’M IN THE WAY AND EVERYONE’S BETTER WITHOUT ME!” She grabbed her coat.
“Emma, stop! You”re not thinking clearly!” Lily grabbed her friend’s arm, and even though Lily was stronger than Emma, the younger girl pulled away.
“YES I AM! I’VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS FOR MONTHS! YOU CAN’T LIE TO ME ANYMORE!” She grabbed her scarf and barely had her boots on and one arm in her coat before she stepped out into the snow.
Lily stood there in shock for a moment, and then went into the other room, where the others sat, astonished. Lily yelled at them. None of them had ever seen her angry before. Lily was as patient as they come. But not now.
“HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO HER!?” She screamed. “SHE’S BEEN THROUGH SO MUCH, AND THE FACT THAT SHE’S EVEN ALIVE SAYS SHE’S DOING HER BEST! NOW IF I DON’T STOP HER, SHE WON’T BE HERE ANYMORE! DO YOU WANT THAT?! DO YOU?!”
Then Lily left. She threw her coat on and grabbed the keys to the van and ran outside. The snow was falling thick. She had a few ideas of where Emma would go. She knew Emma well. After the girl had watched her parents turn to ash in an explosion, she had moved in with Lily’s parents. Emma was basically Lily’s sister. And now she needed help.
Emma wasn’t in the first three places Lily looked. With panic rising in her own throat, she had one idea left, and if Emma was where Lily though she was, she would be in big trouble if Lily didn’t hurry.
Lily parked the van on the side of the road and scoured the ground for footprints. Sure enough, Emma’s too big, pink snow boots had been here. Leaving the van running, Lily raced down the abandoned train tracks, unsure whether to call for Emma or to keep quiet. She rounded the bend, and there was Emma, just as Lily had feared.
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She stood on the train bridge, her red scarf longer than she was tall, blowing in the wind. She looking over the edge into the river far below. With the snow falling in oversized, fluffy snowflakes, it felt eerily like ‘It’s A Wonderful Life’. She watched her for a moment, and when Emma put one boot up on the railing, Lily knew she had to call out now.
“Emma!” She called. Emma put her boot back down and looked at her, her eyes devoid of anything bright. Lily started to approach, arms out, and Emma put her boot back up on the railing, defensively.
“YOU CAN’T STOP ME!” She yelled over the snow, her voice raw and cracked from screaming. Tears started to pour down Lily’s face now, a rare sight, her voice rising in pitch, panickedly.
“Emma….! Don’t do this, please!” Emma started to cry, louder, and lifted her other foot onto the railing. Lily started to run towards her.
“IF YOU COME ANY CLOSER, I’LL JUMP RIGHT NOW!” Emma screamed. Lily halted, unsure what to do. She wished Samuel were here, or her mom or dad. They’d know what to do. Finally, she decided to act calm. If she was calm, she wouldn’t be adding any more stress to Emma’s panic.
“Emma…. can you breathe for me? Please?”
“NO!!” Emma refused.
“I love you, Emma! Isn’t that enough?” Emma didn’t respond. She was breathing in short, ragged gasps of air, glaring down into the swift flowing river below. It would be cold down there. Lily quieted her voice even more. Just loud enough to carry through the snow. “I’m going to take care of you… I’m going to help you, and I’m never going to let you go… you are safe…”
“No I’m not!” Her cry was a little quieter, more timid. Maybe she was starting to give in, slowly. “I’m never safe from myself, Lily.”
“You will be, Emma. Someday, we will get you there.” Lily assured, gently. Emma smiled, still staring down into the abyss. It was a strange smile.
“Someday. That’s… that’s a nice thought.” Lily was winning now. She nodded and continued talking to her friend, softly.
“It’s cold out here, isn’t it. I bet the river down there is even colder. You don’t want to feel that pain.” Emma stared straight into Lily’s eyes, and suddenly all of Lily’s new found courage was gone.
“It’s cold in here, too.” She said, brokenly, her hand on her chest. “And I don’t want to feel that pain anymore, either. If there was a good reason for me to stay, I’d stay. But there just isn’t, Lily. Everyone will be better off without me.”
“Emma….” but Lily couldn’t find her words. Emma turned to face Lily now, both feet on the ledge. She stood tall. Shaky, a little. But tall. Her red scarf blowing valiantly in the wind. She sighed.
“If it ever came to this…. I wanted to say something beautiful. Something quote worthy. But there’s nothing beautiful left in me.” She turned, and Lily struggled desperately to say something. Anything. But she couldn’t. Then Emma turned back once again. “Wait…. maybe… maybe there is.” She looked into Lily’s eyes. “Change the world, Lily. I know you can. You have that power. It’s in your eyes. Your beautiful, powerful eyes. Change the world.” She turned towards the rail again, and Lily took a step forward, but Emma stopped one last time. She had a mysterious look in her eyes. “A word. I leave you with one word, to interpret however you choose.” She fingered the red scarf, thoughtfully. Then she looked back up again. A freakishly calm look in her eyes, and a quiet, but hurting smile. A smile Lily would never quite get over. “Someday.” the girl said. She chuckled, brokenly, and then before Lily could stop her, she jumped. Lily screamed, racing to the edge of the train bridge and collapsing to her knees.
“EMMA…….!!! EMMA NO!! NOOOO!!” The thudding of her heart ringing in her ears, and the louder thud of Emma, far below. Lily screamed and screamed, clutching the one thing she had left to hold onto. Emma’s scarf, which caught on the railing as she fell. She sobbed into the scarf, wishing that it was Emma, receiving and realizing all the love Lily had to give. But Emma had made up her mind, and Lily had been unable to find the words to stop her. So Lily screamed now, but it was too late.
Eventually, people came, hearing Lily’s screams across the valley. Lily wasn’t able to tell them what had happened, but they could see. They knew.
Lily rocked back and forth in the old, brown rocking chair by the window, tears pouring down her face. Her old, wrinkled face. She had spent her life trying to change the world. Trying to change what couldn’t be changed. She never went anywhere without that red scarf, the years darkening it to an unattractive, dull mahogany. ‘Someday.’ She would say. ‘Someday, everything will be as it should be. That is my belief.’
“But it’s not true….” She croaked, her old, dimmed eyes brimming with tears. Nothing could ever be changed to how it should be, and now she was all alone in a senior’s home, and nobody knew her anymore. No one remembered her, or her hopes and dreams for some wonderful someday. Emma was still dead. Lily could hear her voice, haunting her dreams. She always had, all her life. “It’s cold, Lily. It’s cold down here, 6 feet under. I wish… I wish I had my scarf… I wish… I wish somebody was here to love me. Someday…. someday… maybe….”
“What’s not true, Mrs. Limmons?” The voice broke through Lily’s thoughts. She hadn’t realized someone else was here. The new intern. What was her name again? “What’s not true, Mrs. Limmons?” She repeated.
“Someday.”
“What?” The intern stared at her, quizzically. Lily closed her eyes. Her shoulders slumped.
“Someday doesn’t exist.”
“What do you mean, Mrs Limmons?”
But the old woman was dead.
Welp :/
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