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Stop It, Jack! (One Shot)

Stop It, Jack!

Suddenly, I remember her like I always did before today. Her sweet smile and her bright eyes that had defeated me to end my life.

***

“Stop it, Jack!” Those words started to haunt me. I always heard it every time when I was going to kill myself. I heard that when I was going to cut my wrist, when I was going to hang my neck into a rope, and the last, when I was standing on the top of a building.

That words just flew away, and I heard a voice. It was so real on my back. A girl’s voice. It wanted me to stop myself. But, no! I wanted to die! I didn’t want to hear that anymore. That place just wanted to throw me away. I was going to jump.

“Stop it, Jack!”

“Who are you?” I shouted.

Suddenly, I passed out.

I woke up, and was surprised when I looked at everything around me. I was in my room, and wondering how I could be there. Then, I saw a girl who was about my age came up into my room. She made her way to me and sat next to me. I was confusing. She started to comb my hair with her fingers, smiling, then kiss my forehead.

“Who are you?” I was wondering.

“I’m, nobody,” she said then smiled again.

“What are you doing here? Are you the girl who have stopped me?’

“I just want to save your life.”

“Save me?”

I thought that girl was crazy, she was smiling again and over again. I was staring at her eyes. She had brown eyes as similar as mine. Her eyes was soft and warm. It was strange because I thought that I knew her personally. I felt that she was somebody who had known me close for a long time. She kissed my forehead again and combed my hair with her fingers.

“Don’t end your own life! Solve your problems!” she said, softly.

“Why do you care about me?”

“One day you will know, honey.”

A kiss just landed on my forehead again then moved to my cheek. I didn’t know why because I felt safe and comfortable with her. It was confusing, but I didn’t against her. I was just lying on my bed with a comfort feeling. After she kissed me, she left me but I just followed her.
“Wait!” I was trying to stop her, but she just walked away.

I was in my garden, and I couldn’t find her, even though her shadow. I shouted, but nobody answered me. That girl had really gone.

I was so desperate looking for that girl, then I found a piece of photograph lying on the ground. I thought the photograph was not strange for me because that was my dad’s photograph. But, I found it was strange. I saw a girl embraced him, and I swear, that was not my mom. That girl was looked like somebody, of course, she was like the girl who was with me in my room.

I decided to ask my father about the photograph. I encouraged myself to enter his workroom because I had bad relation with him. I started to ask about the girl who embraced him in the photograph on my hand. I started to worry if that girl was my dad’s “another girl”, and she wanted to enter my room. But that was my dad’s photograph when he was so young. That was an old photograph.

With little nervous, my dad started to explain all the things that was mattered about that photograph. About that girl. Who was my real mother.

Her name was Rebecca. She was about seventeen years old when I was born. When my dad was twenty-five years old, and he had not married my mother yet which meant that I was an unwanted child. After I came, dad didn’t marry her until she was found dead. She had committed suicide. She felt so alone since her family tossed her out. She cut her wrist until the blood came out and took her life away. My dad was always regretting that incident. He took me with him until he married Joyce, the only woman who I knew as my mother but the fact was she just my step mother.

***

In the end, I realized and believed that life was so full of surprise. I had understood. That girl. She really loved me because she was my mother. I had met my mother. I started to realize, I have to face all my problem since I knew that my mother didn’t want me to pass her mistakes on.

Notes

Yeah, this is my first post and I think that short story will be better. I hope you like it. Sorry about the wrong grammar, btw :)
I posted this one on my wattpad too and this is the link.
Thanks for reading...

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