This is the story of a girl named Ember, who doesn't have a very good relationship with her parents. She feels like nobody wants her anymore. Can she beat the sadness and be happy again, or will the fire burn out making her just an ember flickering in the darkness?
We eat dinner in silence. Just the occasional "Pass me the chilli sauce". It's sticky rice with salmon, my favorite. After dinner I go to my room and think dark thoughts.
I have a notebook that one of my mum's friends got me for my birthday when I was 10. It is covered in different coloured sequins. You'd think that there'd be doodles of unicorns and pretty hairstyles in it but it's actually where I write everything down when I'm feeling depressed. I first used it as a diary where I'd say about stuff like where I was going or special occasions. But then it gradually turned into a dismal place with sad things inside.
Tears well up in my eyes, then they drip onto the blood stained paper. I have eczema, so if I itch too much my skin bleeds which is how there's blood on my diary. I wish I could be normal, I wish I can just start again and then I can be happy and no one will judge me. I'm so ugly and nobody likes me my life is horrid. If I've already messed my life up so bad, why am I still here? What does the world still want me for? Can't you just let me go! Then no one will ever have to deal with me ever again.
I look through all the pages, they keep going, every one saying about how messed up I am. One page is taken up by this, all in capitals, 'WHY DO YOU CARE SO MUCH ABOUT MY STUPID LIFE YOU KNOW I'VE ALREADY F****D IT UP'. The last entry I wrote was three days ago;
June 24 2020
It's been confirmed. nobody wants me. nobody needs me. nobody cares. I want to die. no one will mind. cuz they won't notice that i'm gone.
Why, you ask?
because i am not anybody.
