The Loner

If you don't like sad stories or real stories then just don't even bother reading this. This story is about how life kills, literally. Negative comments ignored or deleted.

A loner who treaded through the hallways of school. They had friends, a group of friends who claimed that this person “meant a lot to them” and “that they were special to them” though the loner always knew that there was someone else that these friends would choose over them. Each day the loner came to school walking the halls with scars on their arms, tear stains from last night. Yet no one notices a thing. Shoved through the hall, joked at by people, and laughed at when making mistakes. Maybe the others weren’t aware of how badly it made the loner feel when they laughed at the mistakes. Slowly the loner crumbles, they try to act strong through life, they try to fit in and find a good grip. Though life...life seems to be slipping away from them. They feel faded. At night they start to think of death, what will their so called friends think if they died? They wonder and ponder on it. Finally the day. The loner finds someone yet it was just like the loner predicted, that person had someone else in mind. Someone they had to protect over anything else. The loner doesn’t want to let go of their fighting chance, but they feel that life has become a tightened noose around them. Strangling them to submission. Slowly fading away from what they had anchored onto for so long. They decide that when night falls they will go outside and gaze at the full moon, new moon, half moon, crescent moon, and stars for the last time. It gives people almost an entire month to save them, One whole month before they end it all. Conversation gets slower for them, people sense something wrong yet instead of helping the loner they distant themselves. Finally the full moon “What a graceful sight to see.” The loner thought. Though it was all over, one month no one helped, they decided to leave. It was clear how the loner wanted to go though. They had some very powerful drugs at their disposal. Picking up a notebook they decided to write down letters. “To all my ‘friends’ who hung around me, why did you guys not notice me? You claimed I was special…Yet I find you distance yourselves.” “My loving family what have I become in your eyes? I tried to stay strong for too long. I finally cracked and now here I am.” “Let it all be known that this, this might have not happened if you had payed attention. I just wanted to be noticed. I wanted someone who would stay up with me for long hours to tell me I’m strong and can overcome something, someone who who would wake up at the earliest or latest hours just to a single text to them from me. Someone who would stay awake to watch me fall asleep and wake up in the middle of the night to make sure I was okay and no nightmares were haunting me. Someone who noticed my scars and tried to heal them, a hero. Yet none sized up to it and now here is your reward.” The loner took the whole medicine. Now as their eyes slowly close they feel what it was like to die. Their spirit may be lingering to see how their friends reacted? If only they had been noticed and nurtured, not casted aside.