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The Sory Of A Girl

By NoName

 


This was it. This was her chance to say something deep and prophetic, something she'd always wanted to say. This could be the only chance she got to tell her mother exactly what she was thinking. She chewed the tip of her pen nervously, how could she say what she needed to? The sleepless nights, the anger the hurt, how could that all be explained?

She sat there, pen poised, for what seemed like hours, only scribbling down a few sentences before ripping them out of her notebook and throwing them in the waste-paper bin at the side. Then her brain clicked, and she managed to write three paragraphs in under six minutes.

After going downstairs quickly to get some food, she re-read what she had written, sighed, and tore the page out.

After spending another ten minutes trying to force out words, she decided that she couldn't do it. She would never be able to write out her feelings, especially not these ones. Just as she was about to leave, her eyes fell on a photo of her and her mother when she was younger, they were at the beach, and her mother looked so... different. Happier.

Her eyes hardened and went back to her desk, grabbed a pen and opened her notebook. She wrote furiously on the paper, teeth gritted, tears in her eyes. And when her mother came home that night, she gave her the paper. Her mother struggled to engage her brain enough to read it at first, but when she did, her eyes widened and she stared helplessly as her daughter disappeared up the stairs.

The next day her mother joined AA. She got rid of the alcohol in the house and said that she couldn't promise anything, but she would promise to try. And that was good enough for the moment.

The daughter saw the paper on the side table in the living room and unfolded it. It said:

'I love you so much, and I can't watch you die anymore.'

She smiled to herself and threw it away.

 

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