Too Late… | Short Story

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‘She seemed normal,’ they all say, ‘it’s such a shame she took her life.’

If only they cared enough to notice the little clues; the little slip-ups she’d let loose, every once in a while, hoping someone would catch on.

But nobody cared, not until it was too late…

SHORT STORY (1)

Nobody noticed that when she smiled, her eyes wouldn’t glitter like they used to…

or the way she dressed in black sleeves , instead of her usual coloured cut top…

or the way she didn’t speak with much passion in her voice anymore…

Nobody noticed, until it was too late…

Nobody payed attention to the way she’d answer in one word replies…

or when she’d flinch every time she was touched…

or the way her eyes looked empty when she talked…

Not until it was too late…

She roamed the halls like a ghost. The harsh word echoing in her head. The voices demanding to be heard. They were taking over…

She always had her headphones in, trying to escape reality, but that wouldn’t do enough.

She would burry her head in a book, letting it take her to another world. A world where she felt normal, and happy.

‘Everything is temporary…’  she’d think, even life…’

It was obvious now that she was gone, now that it was too late.

If only they gave her this much attention when she was alive.

She left her family, her friends, everything. She left them to grief over her. How selfish can a person be?

People would make assumptions about her, even though they didn’t know a single thing about her life. About all her struggles.

It’s sad how all these teenagers take their lives for stupid reasons. They think they’re depressed, when they’re so spoiled, and fourtunate. So selfish…

They think life was easy for her. Oh, how could they be so wrong?

The scars on her arms would forever remind her of the bad days, even if she lived through. And the memories of the countless nights she’d cry herself to sleep wouldn’t fade away too easily either…

She would keep little journals, where she wrote down all her thoughts, but she didn’t expect anyone to find it after she was gone…

But before she left, she wrote a letter for whoever cared…

She laid the paper next to the bathtub, her last destination before she could be relieved from the life she was living.

I’m sorry for all I’ve done. I really am.

But you have to understand, it wasn’t easy on my side either.

I love you.

Mom, I’m really sorry for not being the daughter you deserve, I really am, but I am sure this is the best choice on my side.

Dad, I love you. Thank you for taking care of me and mom. Thank you for giving me all these memories that I will hold onto even when I’m not here.

And to those whom I loved, death ends a life, not a relationship, but I guess I didn’t show it enough when I was still here.

As a wise man once said, “I go to seek a Great Perhaps,”, but I think it’s too late for that now…

It’s too late for everything… 


I hope you liked this short story. It is my first one, so please tell me if you like it or not.

It was really fun writing this, so I think I’ll write more soon.

Much Love, Rawan ❤

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