1.) My family.
2.) Friends.
2.) Summer Nights.
4.) Over sized hoddies.
5.) Men Cologne.
6.) Flowers.
7.) Food.
8.) Sports.
9.) Shoes.
10.) Music.
These are a few of my favorite things.
When the Ice Melts
By: Ashley Stull
It’s a simple question. What happens when the ice melts? You see that’s what I’m going to be telling you. Have you ever heard the term “You’re standing on thin ice.” Well what happens when that ice finally breaks or melts away? You never really understand what a person is going threw but yet we still pick, and tease, and bully until that ice their standing on finally melts. This is a story about a teenage girl named Alice who couldn’t take the picking, teasing, and bulling anymore and decides to take things into her own hands.
It’s Monday morning and Alice doesn’t want to go to school. She’s tired of everyone picking on her and calling her names, and the teachers doing nothing. Just saying “Ooh you know it’s just kids being kids.” She doesn’t tell her mom because she’s not sure if she’ll understand. Her mom was popular in high school. Everyone loved her. Her mom was that one head girl that was always the starter of the picking. As for her dad. Well he’s not in the picture. She doesn’t know her dad. Her mom always avoided the question when ever she asked her. Alice felt alone. No one was their for her. She didn’t have friends. She was that awkward kid in school that always eats by herself. Yeah well that’s Alice in this case.
As she gets up to get ready for school she’s just dragging along wishing she could go back to bed and never wake up again. She gets out her foundation, not to put on her face. You she her face was perfect. She had the skin every girl wishes they had. She’s putting the foundation on all of her scares from where she put that shinny, sharp razor to her skin. If people at school would see those scares the bulling would never end. When she’s finally done she puts on her designer clothes, because that’s all her mom would buy her. She walks out the door with out saying a word. Book bag on her back, hands in her pockets, head down and her only friend, the razor in her back pocket. As shes walking she’s trying to prepare herself for everything possible. She’s ready for the words.
You’d think words don’t hurt that physically being hurt is better than being emotionally hurt. Well Alice would tell you different. You can put a band aid on your finger but you can’t put a band aid on your heart. She takes that dreadful first step into the high school, and as soon as she put her second foot in those evil doors the name calling starts. “Hey fatty... yea you.. why don’t you just go back to the herd where you came from.” Everyone was laughing. Well everyone but Alice. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take. As the day went on all Alice could think of was just getting home to take some more pills. The razor in he back pocket felt like it was on fire. So she went into the bathroom. When she got in there she looked every where to see if anyone was in the bathroom. When she found out that no one was in there she took out that shinny, sharp razor and put it to her pretty little wrist. Blood was streaming down from her wrist as fast as the tears where coming down her face. She looked up at her face and all she could see was this fat, pathetic, whore that just deserved to die. When the bleeding finally stopped she pulled out a couple bracelets from her book bag and put them on her wrist. When she left the bathroom she started back to her last class of the day. When the bell rang to leave school she went to locker and took out all of her personal stuff that meant everything to her.
Later that night she was in her room and her cell phone was just blowing up with texts saying, “You’re a whore!” “You’re such a slut!” “I have 5 bucks how much well that get me?” “You’re so fat! Stop eating you little piggy!” and the one that finally broke the ice. The one that finally made the ice melt from underneath her. “Why don’t you just kill yourself already? Nobody would care if you did!” So she took that advise. She decided that to night would be her last night on this cruel world. She had to think of what way she wanted to kill herself. The pills make her feel good, but that razor. Man that razor made her feel really good. That moment of physical pain took away from all that emotional pain. After 30 minutes she finally made up her mind on how she wanted to kill herself. She took 20 of those pills and took that pretty little razor of hers and took it to her wrists, upper arms legs, and as she soaked in all that physical pain the emotional pain was barley going away. Her final cut was about to be made. The cut that would take away the pain permanently. The cut that would finally kill her. She put that razor, her only friend. The only thing that was always there for her to her throat and sliced it.