She sat alone. She had ruined everything. Her parents had been so supportive, her friends strong and caring and her boyfriend so loving. She had gotten carried away, the pain was too great and it was too hard to go on. She had found some relief in a little needle, but that wasn’t enough.
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Katie sat at her desk. She was in English, her favourite class. Her teacher hated her, she had been told. Everyone was beginning to hate her, her plan was working, push everyone away before making decision. It would help her departure, make her sure that there would be no one left alone, or mad at her.
She only had a few weeks left before she was going to decide; go on or leave, run away and never turn back. In two weeks it would be holidays, no body would wonder why they hadn’t heard from her, it would be perfect timing.
During the last few months drugs had taken over her world. Each time the needle pierced her skin the pain would go away, for a little while at least, each week the dose would be higher. She soon had to do over time at the hospice that she worked at. She hated her job, she was always around death and sorrow, and the drugs had helped to drown that out.
She found that the drugs helped her keep her appetite under control; the weight was just falling off, it was wonderful.
Most days she just sat alone, waiting and watching.
As the bell rang she stood up, packed her bad and walked out, past her friends, past the library and into the street ahead. She continued down past the schools, houses, trees and shops. She never knew where she was going, she just walked.
Her boyfriend was the only good thing in her life, he was stable, loving and he stood by her, she couldn’t push him away, he was the only one who wouldn’t go. She hated thinking that she would leave him alone. He so understanding, they spent every spare moment together. He didn’t know about the drugs, that was something she did right before school alone and unseen.
She walked into an alley and took a needle out of her backpack; this was becoming a daily thing, coming to this alleyway, looking at the needle thinking wither to get high or to go on. She always chose to get high, it was the only way to get through the last part of school.
She took out the cuff and looked for part of her skin which wasn’t all scarred, she found a part a vein on a small part of her arm. She drew up a amount of drug that she thought would be a good amount, she then tightened the cuff and watched her vein pop to the surface of her skin. She waited for a bit watching it pulse beneath her skin, slowly it stopped and she inserted the needle feeling the pick, she drew up some blood and watched it mix, she loosened the cuff and pressed down, feeling the liquid flow into her she gasped, smiling with happiness.
She stood up packed her back pack and started walking back to school. No one noticed that she wasn’t around. She got back just as the bell rang; it was time for maths, the class that bored everyone to death.
As she sat down she started to feel dizzy, her arm was itchy from where the needle had been inserted, she began to sweat, a cold sweat which covered her whole body. She started to panic she walked out of class and into the toilets, she didn’t notice that she was being followed by her teacher. The pain within was getting too much, her vision had gone blurry and she could hardly stand. As she got there her teacher walked in just as she collapsed on the floor. She was finding it hard to breathe; her teacher picked her up in his arms cradling her asking her why she had done this. She cried telling him sorry and didn’t know what she did, that it was a mistake and please help. He carried her to the first aid office and called for help.
She smiled up at him and thanked him just before she lost consciousness…
Author notes
sorry the ending was abrupt...im also not sure if this is allowed?
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Woot yay I read it again Thank you sooo much for entering emma
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"she took out the cuff and looked for a part of her skin that wasn't scarred." okay i understand what happened afte the end but what happened in the beginning. but wow i love the scenery you chose. having her work in a hospice is genius! i love it! and i just noticed i love most of your work and i say i love it in almost all of my comments. lol
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This is like GAH depressing, but really good and I enjoyed reading this!
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Straight on! Your efforts totally show! Try working on your (character's name), "she," and "her." I feel that there was too many she's and her's. The intoduction didn't get my complete attention, but the plot did really good! The ending... I read that twice. I don't think it's abrupt. It just makes wonder more. Did she die or live...? If she lives, that's good! lol
beginning: 1, language: 2, plot: 3, ending: 2, characters: 2.
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Very depressing but I thought it was good. Good job.
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woah tis is really deep and depressing but i enjoyed reading it in a sad breaking out crying kind of way good job and good luck in all the contests this should happen to be in in the future.
beginning: 5, language: 5, ending: 5, dialog: 5, characters: 5.
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This was good, I liked it. I love the description on it and I love how you make us wonder in the end. I saw a few spelling problems, but that was it. I just wondered why the male teacher followed her into the girls bathroom...o.O Would he be able to do that? Lol
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twas good, u created good imagery, and your character had some depth... but this could hav been longer... the abrupt ending suited, and it leaves people wondering if she died, or if she'll be ok... good job
Luv MDH xoxo
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the story was good.
a lot of things had happened to her. what gets me that she was young and doing drugs. and still going to school. im surprise that she is having a baby or had already gotten a baby. there was some errors and gramma issues but overall its a good story. the end was short, i hoped that it was longer. the imagery was good and the plot also. great job! -
I'm a little confused as to why she was doing that in class and how unobservant is the teacher for letting it happen ???
that's not likely to happen. I like the feeling of helplessness, and lonliness the character displays. otherwise it's a good start.
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she didn't do anything in class, she got back from the street and it happened in class, sorry if that was unclear
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sorry about that I misread. I thought she was in class.
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its okay
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This was awesome I loved it, I cannot wait for the next part. This was perfect in emotional and imagery sense in the life of drugs.
Keep it up Em
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fuckin loved it
this was great i just loved it please write more to this i want to no what is going to happen this was fuckin great keep up the good work sweety this was alwasome i cant wait to read more of your work please add more to this the detail and the emotion was great you could not have wanted more i loved it like i said before fuckin great good job and god bless!!
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