A random book, for random things

Overcomer- Short-story practice

I just watched a short animation and I really liked it so I decided to try and make a short story about it. It's inspired, not exact

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I'm in bed, my plain bed in my plain room, looking at my phone, on Twitter, a few pictures here and there.

Nobody cares.

I looked back up to see the calender hanging by my door. It's my birthday. It's fine. I'm turing 18.

You're not ready.

Who cares?

I shake it off and look back at my phone and see my friends having fun at a party. "Havin the time of our lives! Best group of BFFs ever XD!"

They don't care.

They don't even know.

Do you even have friends?

I start to feel tears roll down my cheeks from my eyes. I scroll down to see a picture of me from my mother.
"It's my (little girl's/boy's) special day! Happy birthday dear love you!"

I sigh still looking at the picture.

Didn't you look prettier back then?

Aww, the exact opposite of you.

I stare at it for a good minute when the picture waved at me. I slightly jump at this. My room starts to turn black. I close my eyes in fear,

When I open them I see black but I'm up and....I think alive. My body's light and in a grey scale. I see a flash of light behind me, slowly I turn around.

Behind me was a smaller me? They had a long light f/c shirt with small white sneakers. They give me a smile as I stare at them confused. They wave their hand at me as a small f/c crayon formed in their hand. (She/He) stared in excitement as they ran off. Drawing on the wall, somehow, as they did. They come towards me crayon in hand, smiling. I slightly smile back.

You're talentless

It sucks

I frown again. "You're talentless" Wha? The words form in front of me and goes towards younger me and then disappeared on impact. (She/He) looks down with a frown. The f/c crayon streaks start to fade to grey. (She/He) or, I? Look back up at me trying to smile, they turned around and drew a small circle in the air. I come up to it.

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A picture of me and another girl appear, she has her back turned while I'm drawing. She turns her back and I show her the picture.

That's stupid.

A chain forms around my hand.

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Then a picture of myself getting pushed down by a few boys appears, they start laughing.

Dumb weak baby

A chain forms around the other hand.

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My group of friends and I are playing hide-and-seek. I hide around a bush, they found each other, but left me all alone. It was night already.

A chain forms on both of my feet.

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I'm sitting on a swing when a couple of kids walk past. And I hear them.

They're ugly

A chain forms around my neck.

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No matter where I go I keep hearing them.

You're weird

They're stupid

Worthless

Nobody likes you

It's so true

Multiple chain links form from my hands to my neck to my ankles.

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I stand in the middle of a circle of people with chains practically surrounding and covering my body. A single tear comes down my face.

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I jump up, back to the plain "room", a dull flash of light appears behind me. I turn around almost instantly jumping back.

In front of me was, younger me, sitting down surrounded by chains. With the f/c streaks fading and dulling. I went up to him/her, but stopped where the chains started. Another sentence appears and goes towards them, again disappearing on impact.

You're worthless

A single chain link attaches onto one of the links. (She/He) looks up at me, smiling.

I put my hands over my mouth and start crying, I fall to my knees in the chains. I look down. I pull her/him into a tight hug. And I say the words that would help them the most.

"You matter"

In a white light the chains dissapear, leaving us hugging.

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I wake up in my bed, I sit up and get out. I breathe with confidence as I open up the blinds. I scwint my eyes and look back up at what I would call a beautiful scenery. I smile brightly and go to get changed.

"You can do it"