Broken.

Why did I do it? I ask myself that question everyday. I'm not a bad person, I never meant for this to happen, but it did, and it happened fast. He broke me down. He was the waves and I was the sandcastle, I didn't stand a chance.1

-Two weeks ago-2

"Stop.." I mumbled, I wanted to scream, but I couldn't.3

"Why should I you little ginger!" Ricky continued to pull my hair and push me around by my locker.4

"I'm not a ginger" I said quietly.5

"Of course you are! You're white as a sheet and your hair is as red as a baboon's ass!" He chuckled harshly, his breath was putrid.6

I tried to shove him away, but he pushed me harder against my locker. He started to grab at my chest and my legs, I was scared.7

He started to grab a little lower, but stopped as a teacher turned the corner.8

"Hey Mr.Marins!" Ricky bellowed.9

"Hello, Ricky, how are you?"10

"I'm great, you?"11

"Oh, I'm swell, thanks bud." Mr.Marins smiled and walked off.12

I didn't need to think twice, I turned and left as soon as Mr.Marins started to leave. Ricky followed.13

"Where you goin' ginger?" He asked, more of a demand though.14

"Home."15

"Oh? what if I say you're not?" He asked with a smirk.16

"Then where am I going?" I sighed.17

"We are going to the abandoned warehouse to play" He said, and winked.18

"I don't think so." I said, in a stern voice. There was no way I was going to let this freak touch me. I pushed him away and walked into a large crowd of people, I lost him. I got onto my bus.19

"Hello there, Lindsey" The bus driver greeted.20

"Hi" I mumbled. I walked down the isle and someone tripped me. I fell forward, my binder flying down the isle towards the back. Loose papers flew everywhere, escaping my binder. My face turned as red as my hair, and I scrambled to my feet. I began to pick up my papers, and no one bothered to help. Most kids were snickering or laughing, quietly. I finished picking up the papers and sat down at the back of the bus, close to the window. The bus started up, and began to pull away, descending to my house.21

"Hey, Redhead."22

I looked over, across the isle.23

"You want some?" The kid offered a joint, stupid druggie.24

"No, thanks."25

I put my face aganist the window and closed my eyes, life sucks.26

Moments later I arrived at my house, or should I say shack. It looked like it was hit by a hurricane. i got off the bus (making sure not to trip) and walked up to my door. I opened it and walked inside, just like the outside, it was a wreck. My mother's whiskey bottles laying on the couch, dirty clothes everywhere, the tv was stained and had a crack in it. I walked to my room (the same room as the laundry room) and flopped down on my bed, which was a single mattress. I stared at the ceiling fan awhile then fell asleep to the smell of mold and alchohol.27

The next day was hell.28

-period 3, Math-29

"Ms.Riley, why don't you come up to the board and show us how to do this problem?"30

Before I got up, Ricky whom sat next to me, patted me on the back and whispered 'goodluck'. Weird. I got up to the board and the class burst out laughing. I turned and looked at Mr.Lyons, he was not paying attention, typing away on his computer. I looked back at the equation and scribbled down the answer, it was easy. I sat back down and Ricky was laughing like a mad man. Mr.Lyons looked up, he walked up to me and pulled something off my back, a sticky not. He held it up, in red sharpie it said 'GINGER'. My face grew hot.
"Who wrote this?"Mr.Lyons asked.
Everyone was laughing, no one admitted to it.31

After school, on the way to the bus, Ricky pushed me down hard. I fell to the ground scraping the skin off my hands and knees. I got up, looking down. He pushed me again, I tripped over some broken pavement and landed my head on a jagged pointy rock. I felt blood trickle down the back of my neck. I got up and he started to pull my hair hard.
"Stop it!" I said, angry.
"Make me Ginger" He grinned.
I pushed him away and ran, I ran past the school, I just ran.32

I got home later, around eight. I walked in and was greeted by my drunken mother, a whisky bottle in her hand.
"Where've you been." She said, her voice stammered.
"Out." I said, I walked past her. She grunted something and sat down, taking a swig out of the bottle and turning the old tv on. I stormed off to my room. I layed down and started to think. I had a plan, a plan to get back at everyone. I grinned and sunk my face into the stained worn out pillow, then closed my eyes and was soon asleep. I had a dream that night, a dream of Ricky and his friends.
They were walking up to me as I entered school.
"Hey Lindsey, we're sorry for everything, we won't ever mess with you again, word of honor." Ricky said, his eyes pleading. I looked at his friends, they looked sad, or scared. I didn't say anything and walked into school. I saw Mr.Lyons, he was sitting at a table crying, he looked up at me, "Why Lindsey! WHY!" He screamed, then his face contorted and turned into a black hole. I was sucked into the hole and I screamed.33

I woke up, sweat dribbling down my forehead. I got up and got ready for school, but before I left I walked into my mom's room and grabbed something, stuffing it into my backpack. I then left.34

I got to school and sat at a table, my head low. Ricky walked in and started to walk up to me. Before he could say anything I pulled my mother's gun out of my bag. I pointed it at him. He froze. As I put my finger on the trigger I had flashbacks of the dream. I saw his pleading little eyes, I heard his voice, sad and blank. I shook these thoughts away from my head.
"Lindsey I'm sorr-"
I pulled the trigger. The noise was so loud. Ricky fell to the ground dead. His friends were near him, they started to run. I followed after them and shot two down. I turned around to see Mr.Lyons running towards me.
"Lindsey, stop! Put the gun down!" He was screaming. He was about ten feet away when I pulled the trigger. He fell to the ground clutching his chest. I knelt down next to him.
"Lindsey...what's happened to you" He wheezed.
"They wouldn't stop" I cried, "They did this..I'm broken."

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  • lesbian-in-love
    October 9

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    Wow this was really good and very moving. I enjoyed reading this. It was good. I liked it. Thanks for entering and best of luck to you in the contest.


  • IntrepidFantasy Greeters member
    September 19

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    Wow! That is really sad, but I can see how this poor girl snapped. There is only so much crap that one can take before they start to fight back. I wasn't expecting this ending, but it really fits the story. You have put so much emotion in this and I felt sorry for Lindsay. Poor girl. It's no fun being pushed around by everyone like that.

    Good luck in my contest hon
    Joann


  • codename
    July 16
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    omg that was soo sad. ricky is such a little***************.
    excuse meh french.

    beginning: 3, plot: 3, ending: 3, characters: 4.

  • Kismet Krazy
    July 16

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    This was so sad. Its horrible to hear things like this happening. You portrayed it with great emotion and description. amazing job. I hope you do well in your contests.

    beginning: 5, language: 5, plot: 5, ending: 5, dialog: 5, characters: 5.


  • Lachrymose.
    July 16

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    Thanks for entering my contest. I'll read this over a few times and let you know if you made it to the finals. Best of luck.


  • Lies4Truth
    July 14

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    Wow This was great I love how you described the things that broke her. Its something ive been very farmiliar with although i could never actually go through with doing what she did A great story and good luck in my contest


  • Aqua-Chan
    July 13
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    Th efirst line kept me reading. The gun almost made me stop. I was so terrified to read; I got so caught up with the story I didn't pay attention that bullying can affect everyone with almost anything.

    Good luck and thank you for entering my contest. ^^


  • Reaver Greeters member
    July 9
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    Good

    Hello and thanks for entering my contest

    though the emotion in this was very heavy, there were a few problems that hindered me from fully enjoying it. Punctuation for one...in dialogue...many times there is not. And Mr.Marins needs a space between it.

    Misspelled word in 26
    And often you use . when you need , .

    Overall, the anger and sadness, shock and terror in this story made a real impact. the ending grew quickly and then you ended it with a bang Great work

    Thanks again for entering !
    Rian


  • EverRose
    July 8

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    Well, this was very good.
    But, when I realized she had brought a gun, I was like "Oh my god! NO!"
    lol. but thats called good writing to make people freak out when they read stories!


  • beutifullcloud
    July 8
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    O.O this was very freaky at some point, but it still was good


  • Ai-Ai
    July 5
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    Woah . . . This scared me a little, but it was good.


  • The Wild Rose.
    July 3
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    A good read with a nice twist. I wasn't expecting it at all!
    Thinking of writing more??
    =]


  • Noisome.
    February 28

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    This is so intense.
    I like it a lot, and I like that it's not clear and straight through.
    It's descriptive and gets the emotion across without creating any unnecessary additions. I love the ending a lot.
    Just how you don't know what she takes at first until you see the word trigger. The minimal usage of the word 'gun' really leaves me with more of the feeling of the story. It's just so.. wow. =]
    I like this one a lot.
    -Sarah.


  • Zerstort
    February 25
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    I can feel this person's agony. I've thought the same things.

    Good luck in the contest.

    --Aden


  • AliciaInWonderland
    February 24
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    I love the character you created here, and as the first comment put it, I can really sympathize with her. I like how the introduction pulls readers in. Nice use with the repeated word "broken;" the vagueness yet power of this word really helped me to feel what Lindsey was feeling. Nice job!


  • LoveGo13
    February 22

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    Poor Lindsey! I can feel for her because of the way you created her. Truly well done! I can't wait for you to finish!

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