Gone

was the world gone, or was she?

I was normal. Young. Then crazy. My life is a mess, and I don't know whats going on.

       Once my mom died, I lived with only my older sister, Madie Elen.

She started drinking and doing drugs when I was only a mere twelve. With out any parental control, I grew up doing bad and harmful things. One day, I was so up on drugs that I tore up my whole room, and fell asleep. When I woke up, I looked around and saw that I ripped out my flooring. I want to see the damage I did and I saw a dead body. My sister. I called the cops and they found my finger prints all over her. They asked me what happened and all i said was, "Well I clearly killed her." And they took me away.

     We went to a big house and they asked me questions. "Name?"

"Mary Beth." I don't know why my mom gave me two first names but whatever. 

They put me in a weird jacket were I couldn't move my arms. After a month I started to see things. After a year, I stopped eating, and they had to inject me with shots. After seven years, I yelled for someone to come and give me food but no one answered. I yelled all day and nothing. I thought the day ended so I went to sleep. The next day, I yelled again and no one answered, so I looked threw the small food opening and saw a lot of people but no one answered and they just went on with there day.

        One day I saw people packing boxes and letting prisoners go in a cage, but the left me and in just a few weeks every thing was gone. I looked out my bared window and saw people just a few feet below me. I yelled but they didn't here me. For the next few days, i just yelled and slept. One day, I got so crazed that I just sat there staring at the wall til i died.

Author's Note

and people think im insane....

Reviews

[Priscilla Sayers]

Definitely a fear. And a well written one.

[Eric Cox]

Very good story. Could be enhanced by expanding ideas and lines already penned. I liked reading the story.

[Smiles:)]

I get the fact that my story's are short and move quickly...... but I normally get to the point fast that's why I've never been great at essay and I just hope people understand

I have a lot of ideas going through my head but I can't type or write fast enough so I put the ones I don't forget about and when it comes to spelling, I'm horrible at spelling so I use the spell check that I have on this darn netbook.

[TWISTED NIGHTMARE]

i agree with Wren it was a very powerful and emotional piece but it went way to quickly and sometimes you just need to slow down and break it up...but still great little story...thanks for sharing

[Wren]

wow, very powerful story. it just moves way to quickly. you need to stop. take a breath. and then keep writing. if you do this, your writing will slow down and make more sence. also, a few spelling errors.