Save Her.

I found her rotten corpse alone, beaten, and bruised. Just lying there. She was so cold and lifeless in life, she was no different in death. I could have saved her. I should have saved her. What could a mortal have done about them? Nothing, that's what. They are just too powerful. I cradled her empty vessel in my arms, her skin soft. I wept into her hair. My tears fell onto her and disappeared.

That beautiful girl that I once knew was dead. She was gone forever, I'd never see her laugh or smile. She will never weep to me and whisper little things to me. I'll never feel her warm embrace. She will be buried, or cremated. Unreachable for the rest of eternity. I cried until I couldn't anymore but it was no use. It was too late... I was gone.

I couldn't take it anymore, all that pain, all that sorrow. I lost everything. The abuse and bullying pushed me over the edge. I grabbed that ugly old pistol and pressed it to my temple. The click of the barrel turning gave me comfort. I pulled the trigger and it went dark.

 It was cold, and I couldn't see anything but dark. The light came in slow, but it was the brightest light I had ever seen. They told me it isn't worth it, they said life is a gift. They told me to live, it was too late.

 Then, I was home. I ran upstairs to my room, but my footsteps made no noise. I ran straight through my father as he was walking through the hall. He didn't see me. I screamed at him and begun crying, he didn't hear me. I ran to my room and saw her, lying there. It was... Me. But it wasn't me. Not anymore. She was the old me. The one who lived her life in the dark, she doomed herself to spend eternity in the dark as well. I could have saved her. I could have saved..... Myself. 

Original work by P.H.