The Locket
I am not finished with this story, i still have to write the end of this chapter, I'm just in a slump. If i think of an idea then i will, i promis, add more.
I ran my hand across the chain on my neck, feeling the already memorized links that hold up a heart shaped locket. It hurts to think about him, but with so many reminders, it’s hard not to. Peter – he was the best thing in my dam/ned life. We would do everything together, but one day he was gone, and I was just left with my damned life.
See, my parents abused me, my mother ignores me and my father beats me. I have no other family to go to and no other person to be with. Many people noticed the bruises on my arms; some even noticed the scars on my back. My parents were called to the school counselor to talk about the marks on my body, only to get me beaten at home.
School was pure torture. It wasn’t your everyday high school. It was more like the schools on TV. With jocks, who are dumb as a stub, and cheerleaders, who wore too much make-up and dated everyone who was good enough. For a while, it felt like I was living in a drama series that would never seem to stop, no matter how little people they had watching it.
Reading my last few chapters of To Kill a Mockingbird, I felt my phone buzz. Looking the caller ID, I saw that it was Robert, again.
“Hi, baby.” He slurred, great, he was drunk, again. Don’t get me wrong, I love Rob, he is my best friend.
“Where are you?”
“Why do you need to know?”
“Because your ride is most likely drunk, too, where are you?”
“I’m –.” The line went dead.
See, my parents abused me, my mother ignores me and my father beats me. I have no other family to go to and no other person to be with. Many people noticed the bruises on my arms; some even noticed the scars on my back. My parents were called to the school counselor to talk about the marks on my body, only to get me beaten at home.
School was pure torture. It wasn’t your everyday high school. It was more like the schools on TV. With jocks, who are dumb as a stub, and cheerleaders, who wore too much make-up and dated everyone who was good enough. For a while, it felt like I was living in a drama series that would never seem to stop, no matter how little people they had watching it.
Reading my last few chapters of To Kill a Mockingbird, I felt my phone buzz. Looking the caller ID, I saw that it was Robert, again.
“Hi, baby.” He slurred, great, he was drunk, again. Don’t get me wrong, I love Rob, he is my best friend.
“Where are you?”
“Why do you need to know?”
“Because your ride is most likely drunk, too, where are you?”
“I’m –.” The line went dead.
10 Comments
Pretty good. Try to get over your brain block, so i can read more. :D
Rob is actualy inspired by a real person that goes to my school, he always looks like hes on crack!
omg! next please!
If u want me to write a nxt one then i need ideas! Ive got some sort of writing block abd its pissnn me off!
wow uhm someone highjacked my story and uhm it said something bout harry potter. if you read it that way, im sorry, i just changed it and now it should b better.........
i know, maybe you could have it that 'rob' has just been in an explosion caused by a suicide. when she gets there you could have it that she finds him still partly alive but that he dies in her arms. hows that?
no sorry, i think that it woud be better he is alive, for moral support, cuz her bf dies...
write more please!!!
i love your stories!!!!
that was good...
try something like the phone goes dead and then it rings back but its not him its like some deep voiced guy
then when she arrives he is in the arms of some random with a knife to his neck or something.... i think it pritty predictable what happens next
awesome