Sudden Death For Her

The girl walked onto the road, watching one side. The car came so quickly, she didn’t know what was happening. Luckily, it missed her. The driver poked his head out of the window and started to say sorry, all she could do was smile and nod her head. Showing that she didn’t mind. All of her thoughts were scattered across her brain. And she was sure, that she was meant to have died. She just knew it...

Signed: Sigger!

TRUE STORY

Trigger

I’m alone in the room. No one there to stop me from crying. No one there to stop me from dying. Pain so deep it can’t be expressed in words. My heart beats so fast, I can’t keep up with it. My breathing slows as I grip the gun tighter. Slowly bringing it to my head the tears start to flow down my cheeks, as if they have a mind of their own. I rest it on my temple and pull the trigger. Nothing comes out but a small clicking sound. The gun drops to the ground as I lie there, sobbing uncontrollably. I hear my parents car pull up. I just don’t care if they find out anymore. If they see me crying, the gun lying next to my head. They should have noticed earlier. They should have helped me. My so called ‘friends’ were never there for me. If they were there for me, they would have noticed that I was depressed. That I was going to die.

Signed: Sigger!

Waves: chapter 1

The white foam of the waves is said to be the souls of dead mermaids. As they touch the shore, they go to paradise and live forever in peace. Do I believe that? I don’t know. I guess it just makes me feel safe in the water. My sister, Aleena, is terrified of the water. She won’t go anywhere near it. I don’t know why.
“Saskia! Kom hier over!” Saskia! Come over here! My mother calls to me.
“Wij zullen zijn laat als u zich niet haast!” We will be late if you do not hurry!
“Volgende moeder!” Coming mother! I shout back across the dunes. Hoping my voice makes it to her.
“Kom, Aleena. De moeder zal omhoog uw hulpverpakking ons toestel nodig hebben.” Come along, Aleena. Mother will need your help packing up our gear. Aleena ignores me and keeps on building her sand castle. She can be very frustrating at times.
“Aleena! Ga hulpmoeder, nu!” Aleena! Go help mother, now! I yell in her ear.
“Boete, boete! Ik zal gaan! Maar u moet eveneens helpen.” Fine, fine! I will go! But you have to help as well. She screams back as she trudges away and out of site. I choose to ignore her, and take a quick swim in the ocean, one last time. We only ever get to go once a year.

Signed: Sigger!

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