Heartless

Heartless

A Story by CarcinogenicDreams

When I was twelve, a girl in my grade died in an accident. We had an assembly and I was the only one who didn't cry.

They called me heartless.

But how could I cry for someone I'd never even talked to? Someone I barely knew the name of.

But then, when I was fifteen, a boy a grade above me killed himself. I looked up to him, but I never talked to him. Then I cried. There were only three other people who did.

Because that girl was called a hero and that boy was called a mistake and I don't understand how one is more tragic than the other.

© 2013 CarcinogenicDreams


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Mhh.very touching. Surely you cant cry for someone you have never talked to.and who said it is a must to cry when someone dies. I know many people who there closest relatives died and they never cried. .It is better to cry inside than weeping out loud making a scene. That's like phoniness.

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Mhh.very touching. Surely you cant cry for someone you have never talked to.and who said it is a must to cry when someone dies. I know many people who there closest relatives died and they never cried. .It is better to cry inside than weeping out loud making a scene. That's like phoniness.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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I'm a teenage girl from the US. That's probably the number one thing I shouldn't say on this, because really, who takes teenage girls seriously? I don't think my writing is great, I just want advice o.. more..

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