A Few Simple Words

A pale and sickly-looking girl laid sprawled across an unmade bed. Pills scattered across her nightstand sitting beside her bed, along with needles and other drugs to numb pain and depression.

But her, she was almost unconscious, breathing deeply with her eyes heavily shut. Her eyelids were covered in heavy black liner and mascara, and black-stained tears made lines down her cheeks. Dark brown hair, damp from sweat made a pool around her head, and emerald eyes could be seen behind her shut eyelids.

Her thin lips were covered in black lip stick, heavily put on to make her appearance even more judge-able. Black pants covered in silver chains and patches hung loosely on her pencil thin legs. A black shirt with the lettering "Gurl Next Door" across the chest, adorned her torso.

Two recent slits could be seen on her wrists, along with many noticeable scars from the past. Her eyes fluttered open, and a tearless sob escaped her lips. She managed to sit up and rummage through the drawer beside her bed. After cursing and slamming the drawer shut, she fell back on her bed defeated.

Her eyes misted and she shut them quickly. She sat up once again and stumbled to a sliding door leading to the balcony. Sliding the door open, she breathed heavily, from weakness. Her eyes once again misted as she made her way to the cement railing.

She looked down at the long drop, black men huddled by a fire burning in a trash can, and prostitutes mingled along the streets looking for customers. She used all her might to step up onto the railing and stand up. She looked down and stepped closer to the edge.

*THREE WEEKS EARLIER*

Huddled in a group chatting and laughing, was a group of girls (all looking exactly the same). A few had platinum blonde hair, others had rich brown hair. A few were lucky enough to have natural curls.

All were dressed in the same looking attire-tight tank tops and very short shorts-and it wasn't very surprising. As that group gossiped and laughed other groups mingled around the large hall way.

The dorks were off in one corner and the Goths tormenting some new kid in the other. But then there was one girl, not apart of the groups, not involved in the "fun". Some called her a "punk", others would say a "reject".

She was off in narrow corner where the lockers ended, her head against the wall and loud heavy metal music pounding in her ears. Her eyes were shut, mostly because if her eyes were open then there would be nothing but stairs and laughs coming her way.

The first bell rang, signaling the students to get to class. The girl made no attempt to even move from her position. One tall and thin girl who's name was Millie, was following the rest of her "friends" to class when she noticed the girl over in the corner.

"Hey, guys? Someone should go tell her the bell rang," she said to her loud friends. "Why?" said another girl in a I-could-careless-about-that-freak tone. Millie blushed and stammered," I don't know." The girls laughed and continued walking.

Millie stopped and stared at the girl, contemplating on whether she should go tell her. "Millie, you coming?" said another girl from the group. Millie smiled and said," Yeah, I'm coming." and she jogged back over.

"What was that girls name?" Millie asked her friends. "Oh, like, Angel or something." said one girl. The days continued on and Millie went about her business, but she couldn't help but notice Angel all the time.

The rest of the girls in the group seemed not to even notice her at all. They would shove past her in the halls, making no effort to say a courteous "excuse me" or a "sorry about that". Despite Millie's feelings, she still never said a word to Angel, she knew if she did then the girls in her group would hate her!

One day before school had started, Angel was walking through the hall when she bumped into Millie. "Oh, sorry!" Millie said quickly and picked up Angels books. When she looked up at her friends, their arms were folded and they were staring at her with a I-can't-believe-you-picked-up-her-books look.

When Angel held her arms out for her books, Millie looked at her friends again and dropped Angel's books on the ground. "Oops!" she said in a sarcastic tone. Her friends laughed and Millie walked past Angel, smiling and laughing with her friends.

Angel was still standing there, she stared down at her books and a tear dropped from her eye. When the crowd had moved on, Millie looked back at Angel, feeling as guilty as ever. Angel looked up and stared at her, then bent over to pick up her books. "Hey Mil, c'mon!" said a girl from the group.

Millie smiled and jogged over to her friends and received another round of compliments and pats on the back. She went about her day, beginning to forget about the incident. The next week went by, and Millie began to forget about Angel.

"All she is, is some girl!" Millie thought to herself. "Why should I care about her?" And then another week went by and Millie's friends were still as cruel and mean to Angel as they could be.

Even though Millie had a huge amount of guilt for what she did, she still made no effort to confront Angel about it. "They'll all hate me!" she thought to herself one night. "I just can't!" Sleepless nights became a habit for Millie.

She always had a replay of that day running through her head. But still, she never ever dared to speak to Angel. The days kept flying by.  Until one night, Angel was standing on the cement railing, her head turned towards the sky.

"No one cares,no one ever will." and with those words, she leaped into the air, and fell to her death. A few simple words to someone, can change their life.

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