Crying for a Smile

The girl glances up at the sky and stops running for a moment to admire the breathtaking beauty and take a deep breath of the crisp cool air. Her eyes slide shut as she stands there and she sees in her mind the stars, and the sky. She breaths it all in and picks her feet up again to keep running. It isn't yet time to stop.1

It's dark outside... much too late for running, and she has to watch her back. You never know what kind of creeps lay out in the dark waiting to catch a young girl. She needs the air more than she cares though, and so she runs on, around her block and down the street, across the dark narrow roads, lit by scattered street lamps.2

The cool air refreshes her, and pushes her tears back. It drags away her endless sorrows and leaves room in her heart for happiness. She loves the way it tingles in her chest and makes her step a little lighter, the way it makes her want to run forever. But one cannot spend an eternity running and she grows tired eventually.3

She stops under a street lamp and leans back on it to catch her breath, sliding thoughtlessly to the ground as the tears flood back and seep down her face. She lets her head fall into her hands where her tears pool up into a warm puddle that cools as it is caressed by the wind. She steadies her breathing but cannot stop the tears falling down her face, and so she stands quickly and starts to run to forget it all.4

She doesn't want to remember anything yet. It's too fresh. Eventually she'll have to face it, but not yet. Its too early to even face her own face, dripping with black tears from her running eyeliner and mascara. Her hand travels into her pocket and finds the letter. She stops under the next light and takes a shallow breaths as her lungs seem to flatten and the air becomes lighter.5

"Dear Jess,6

I'm gone by now... and you're just finding out. I'm sorry, I know we were friends, but there are things I couldn't tell you. I was afraid that you might not understand. I didn't want to lose the little pieces I had left.7

I know you knew that I wasn't happy anymore. I tried to hide it, but it must have shown through some how. Now I'm gone, so you wont have to worry about me anymore. I found peace, I'm surprised it took so long to realize that peace was a shining silver blade. Be happy for me.. please, someone needs to smile for all those smiles I missed, and you're the only one I know who has enough left to smile for. Tell our friends I loved them...8

                  Love, Serah"9

She manages to stay standing this time even as she shakes. She folds the letter into her pocket and prays in her heart that she will find the strength to smile soon. She runs home and sits down on her steps to weep. Serah will have to cry alone though, because Jess still doesn't know.10

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It was going to be different.. by my words took a path of their own, and there they shall be.

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  • coffeeangel316
    February 10, 2004
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    I lost a thirteen year old brother to suicide and can tell you the devastation and pain that comes from it, this was such a powerful write, and I enjoyed reading each word.

  • Hobbit Warrior
    January 20, 2004
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    Thats a good thing. ONe of my friends tried suicide, but didn't succeed. I've always battled with that kind of thing.
    If you want somebody to talk to, my Im box is free.
    Amanda


  • daisygirlk
    January 19, 2004
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    thankyou for your comments, actually this story is based on a mix of personal feelings from a long time ago that I no longer really feel, and worries I've had about my various friends... I'm just glad none of them have ever actually gone through with their plans. ~kels~

  • Hobbit Warrior
    January 19, 2004
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    I like this. It's so beautiful.
    The one sentence "I found peace, I'm surprised it took me so long to relise (true spelling:realize) peace was a shining silver blade" just sent chills up my spine.
    Suicide is hard to deal with, it leaves you feeling so guilty but a lot of times you also feel really p*ssed at the person who commited it. I hope this isn't from personal experience.
    Good job,
    Amanda

  • SternBlinkin
    January 17, 2004
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    Beautiful. Sorrowful words. Such a powerful piece of writing. Suicide is hard for those left behind. You captured the moment of accepting for just a breif second that your friend is gone and then the rush to swip that knowledge aside with fales hope. Great job! I think your words sent you on a very heart triggering piece that intertwined its self together to speak of the being of such greif. Beautiful job. Done well.
    *Stern~blinkin*

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