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Whats with myotaku right now? Its so odd, some of the options on the backroom aren't there. Its weird! Well anyway. Here is a story I started writing yesterday. It is about 2 pages long so far. Its gonna be longer, and Im gonna work some more on it.
Ever wonder what is in the thoughts of a teenager under depression? The thoughts and pain of wanting to die, or kill or anything that to everyone else seems, oh I dunno, insane? Well, here is my diary or journal of it. It all started that day when my mom was killed in that accident.
“Daddy, where is mommy?” I asked. “Sania, she isn’t here right now, and will never come back.” he replied. “What do you mean she will never come back?” I said as tears began to fill my eyes. “Sania… she died.” he told me. He looked so sad, it hurt him to tell me that. “She… died?” I stumbled on the words. When it suddenly hit me. Mom was killed in the car accident. I lived through it… but she died.
“Sania, don’t worry; we’ll live through it.” he smiled to me. But, even though he smiled; I could tell… he really wasn’t happy at all. I don’t know what he went through, but I know what I went through. A few weeks after that he seemed perfectly fine, like nothing happened.
A few years later, I lost everyone but my dad. After my mom’s death, I never did cry for anyone else. I told myself the night I found out my mom died, that I would never cry for anyone else. No one will ever see me cry again.
Now I am 16 years old. I have long brown hair. I have beautiful green eyes. (my friends told me they were beautiful). I am 5 foot 6 inches. I’m a music goddess! Or by what my friends say, “someone who happens to love music more then life”. Which, I have to say is very true.
“Sania, please clean your room.” my dad tells me. He doesn’t seem to remember that mom even died. He just… forgot her. Like she was never in our lives. It makes me annoyed to even be related to him! How could he have forgotten her so easily? He already has moved on too, meet my step-mom, Sara.
“Hey honey bun.” Sara laughs. She laughs at everything! She is so annoying! I can’t believe how dumb she is too! “Hey snooky bear.” my dad replies. What the hell! Did he just call her ‘snooky bear’. They are so odd! “Sania, can you please go clean your room!” my dad yells. “Fine! I’m going! Yesh, I wouldn’t want to watch you two for a minute longer anyway!” I yelled. I then ran up the stairs to my room.
I don’t even know what he sees in her! She is nothing like mom! Mom was so smart, brave and kind. It was all my fault that she died. If I didn’t ask her to drive me home that snowy night. I didn’t know that the roads had ice. Its all my fault! Its all my fault… I should of never made her drive.
Time to clean my annoying room. I then picked up all of the black random pieces of clothing. “Why do I even bother?” I mumbled. I just threw everything into the closet. I ran down the stairs. “Dad! I finished!” I yelled to him. When I got down the stairs I saw him with another woman. She looked like she was 25! “Dad…?” I stared at him. “Sania! I didn’t think you would be done so fast!” My dad yelled. “Well, who is this sweet girl?” the woman asked. “I’m Sania, his daughter!” I yelled at her. “What!? You have a kid!?” she seemed surprised. “Uh, yeah.” he mumbled. “Well, I’m out of here then!” the woman stamped off mad.
“What was that for Sania!?” he yelled at me. “You were kissing another woman! She looked like she was 25, dad!” I yelled, trying to keep the tears from coming. I must not cry. “She was not 25! She was 29!” He yelled. “Dad, that is still way younger then you! Also, you have a wife!” I screamed. How could he do this to us? I know I hate Sara, but still! “I am only 42! So what if I have a wife!” he yelled.
My head hurts so much! He is too old to be dating a 29 year old! He should care about Sara! Looks like he can’t love anyone! I bet he doesn’t even love me! Wait, does anyone love me? “Dad, just like you said; you’re 42! She is definitely younger then you! Don’t you love Sara!?” I was on the edge of tears. I will not cry for the annoying Sara. But still, why did he marry her if he doesn’t love her?
“Sara is just there. I don’t care about her.” he whispered. “Dad, how could you marry her if you don’t love her?” I told him. “To get rid of the pain your mother left me…” He trailed off. I stood paralyzed by that. Does he still care about mom? “Sania, are you listening to me? I told you that you should just but out of my life!” He yelled. “Fine, whatever! I don’t care anymore!” I yelled.
“You know what! Just go to bed now!” He yelled at me. “Fine.” I ran up to my room and slammed the door shut. I jumped onto my bed and just screamed into my pillow. “God damn It!” I screamed. I then just drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
“Sania dear, get up.” Sara laughed. Why does she always laugh at things that aren’t funny? “I’m up, I’m up.” I yelled. I quickly got dressed and ran down stairs. “Sania, there is no breakfast for you because of yesterday! Also, no lunch and no dinner!”
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What do you think? Is it any good? I hope so. I can't get to any sites because I have to work on my project. Only reason I am online is because I have to work on online research. I hope you ejoy my story and have a good day!
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story!