Avengers Imagines

Random Short Story

This has nothing to do with Marvel or the Avengers, but it's little story I've written not too long ago. I just thought I would share it with you. It's pretty sad and it contains depression and suicide. If you are quickly triggered by this, please don't read this story. Just know that I love you all. Always keep fighting, because you're not alone. ❤

I balled my fists and looked at myself in the mirror. Why Could I never do anything right?! All I do is ruin things. Everybody hates me. I hit the mirror. It breaks into a thousand pieces, just like my heart had done a few weeks ago.

~flashback~
I locked my bike and walked up to the school building. I didn't look up and walked to my locker. I tried to ignore it, but from the corner of my eye I saw them pointing at me, laughing. I put my jacket in my locker when the bell rang. I walked through the hallways on my way to first period, my head down, never looking up. Suddenly someone pushed me. I fell against the corridor wall, my head catching most of the impact. "Hey idiot! watch your step!" Someone yelled at me. My head was pounding. Gently I touched my forehead. I flinch at the pain shooting through my head and pull my hand away. When I looked at my hand, I saw that it was covered in blood. I thought for a moment, but I decided to walk on and go to class anyways, because otherwise I would be late. Now you're probably thinking: 'Why would it matter if you're late? You're injured.' But if I would be late at this teacher's class, I would have a huge problem. My science teacher had always hated me. No matter what is was that I did, I always did it wrong. While I was walking on to class, a few more people pushed me and other people were laughing at me. When I finally arrived at the classroom, I already saw him: my science teacher. The moment he spotted me at the door he sighed and walked towards me. "What did you do this time?" He asked me with an irritated sigh, clearly showing that he honestly could not care less about what had happened. I told him what had happened a few minutes ago, but he didn't believe me. "If this happens one more time, you won't have to attend my class ever again, do you understand that?" He asked. I didn't say anything. He sighed once again and sent me off to the nurses office. The nurse sent me home with a prescription of lots and lots of rest.

When I came home I only wanted one thing: I wanted to see my dad. He was the only one I had ever trusted with my darkest secrets and feelings. "Dad?!" I called. No response. "Dad?!" I called once again, just a bit louder. Once again, no response. I walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. I spotted a note on the coffee table. I picked it up and it read: 'Hello my sweet, beautiful, smart daughter. I'm at the store to grab some groceries, after that I will go to your mom's office for a bit. I'll be back around 8 pm. Love you honey! Xx Dad' I smiled and put the note back down. I waited all day for my dad to come back, but he didn't return. It wasn't until 11 pm that the phone rang.
When I picked up, I started the phone call that had ruined my life.
On the phone was a nurse from the hospital. The words she had said, were the exact words I would never be able to erase from my memory. 'I'm sorry to bring this bad news ma'am, but your parents just passed away. We tried our best to save them, but they were to far gone already.' That's what she had said and I ended the phone call. They had passed in a car accident. When I hung up, I only did one thing: I cried. I cried all night long, not being able to stop the tears from falling and not being able to stop the sobs from wrecking through my body. Before I knew it I had cried myself to sleep. The only thing I could do was hope, hope that it was all just a terrifying nightmare and that my dad would come to wake me up like he always did. But it wasn't a nightmare. This was real.
~End of flashback~

A week after the accident, I moved in with my uncle and aunt. I never told them anything about the tings that happened at school. I just stayed in my room longer and longer, barely coming out. I only came Dow stairs for food or to go to school. Continuously I tried to tell myself it was only a dream, that it would all get better, but it didn't. At school people hit me, kicked me and pushed me around. When I would get home I would go back into my room and cry, nothing else. My uncle and aunt didn't care at all. They didn't pay attention to me. I lived with them, but they had never wished for me to live with them. Every day I felt myself sinking deeper and deeper into a pit of depression. The only thing I wanted was for my dad to wake me up from this living nightmare. He always understood how it felt to be so sad, to get through pain. He always knew how to cheer me up.

One year later it was the day when my parents had passed away. I went to school like usual, but after school I didn't go straight home. I went to the grave of my parents. When I got to my father's grave, I sat down, leaning against the tombstone.
I thought about the times when I couldn't sleep. He would always sing for me until I fell asleep. It was always the same song. I started to sing. "The same eyes, same mouth, same smile. We look more like each other every time. I am so proud to be this close to you. I love you. I've known your eyes for as long as I've existed. I'll take you with me, no matter where I go. I wouldn't know how it would be without you. I love you. I belong with you, you belong with me. We will stay together forever. I will never leave you alone. You make me happy. I hold you close and let you go. I trust you know the way, but secretly I will always be watching over you. I belong with you, you belong with me, because you are me and I am you and that is forever." At the end I was crying. Tears were streaming down my face. I leant even more agianst the tombstone and hid my face in my hands. Oh how much I wished that I could see him one more time. That I could hug him one more time. Just one last goodbye. I stayed at the grave for another hour before deciding to go home. I got up and blew one last kiss to my mom and dad.

The rest of the week I stayed home from school. I didn't want to go to school, I couldn't. When my aunt and uncle heard about this, they weren't very happy to say at the least. They pulled me out of my room into the living room. "Why are you such a stubborn little bitch?! I bet you got that from your father!" My uncle screamed at me. I felt a sharp pain shoot through my face. He hit me; something my mom or dad would never have done, no matter what. I felt a feeling creep up. A feeling that I had almost never felt before. My face started heating up and I balled my fists. "Do not speak about my father like that! You simply don't have the right to! You don't have anything to say about me, I do whatever I want! Oh and I bet you never noticed how people beat me up at school and how I cry myself to sleep every night?! Oh wait, you don't care. You Asshole." He could say anything and I mean anything about me, but he had to shut his mouth when it came to my father. When I was done screaming at them, I ran back to my room. I found my backpack and put in some clothes and other things I would need to survive. Not too much later, my uncle came into my room. "And what do you think you are doing?" He asked. He was calm; way too calm. I packed the last things and put them in my backpack. I pushed my uncle out of the way and ran outside. I jumped on my bike and started cycling, as fast as I could. I wanted the pain to go away. I wanted it to end. I wanted to end it and that was what I would do. I cycled to the closest park and layed my bike on the ground. I walked to a small pond and sat down at the waterside. Behind the small trees in the park I saw the sun starting to set. Just for a moment I enjoyed the  soothing and peaceful atmosphere of the park. That soothing feeling I had never really felt before. I opened my backpack which I had set on the ground beside me and searched for the knife I had packed. When I found it, I also found the envelope containing the pictures of me and my parents. I opened the envelope and took out the pictures. All of the good memories came streaming back. I slowly take the knife into my trembling hands and put the pictures down. Teardrops fell on the steel blade. I looked at my reflection on the blade. "I'm sorry daddy. I'll see you soon." Were the last words I said before I plunged the knife through my heart in one quick motion. It didn't take long before the only thing I could see was darkness and I couldn't hear anything. I was numb. I was dead. It was over, this was the end.

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