tragic stories........

Tragic Stories...

Story#1
Mother-Why are you home late?
Girl-Because...None of your business anyway! *runs to her room with tears in her eyes*
Mother-Why don't you spend a night in your friend's house tonight?
Girl-Whatever.
Mother-I love you.
Girl-I wish you didn't.
Mother-Why?
Girl-Cause I hate you-FOR LIFE!
*Runs away*
Mother-REMEMBER I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!
Girl-*Sleeps at friends house*
THE NEXT DAY:
Girl arrives home early.
Girl-I'm gonna watch T.V. I wonder why mom was so stupid...
Oh well!
*BANG*
Girl-Someone's knocking.
Man-Hello.
Girl-What's up.
Man-I believe this is your mother.
Girl-Yup.Why?
Man-She's at the International Hospital.She has diabetes and cancer,ma'am.Please visit her at room number 860 on the second floor.
Girl-YES!!!!!Oh YA!*slams door on man's face and throws a party*
Mother-*calls her daughter*Hello,sweetie?
Girl-Wazzup,Mom.*laughs*
Mother-Don't drink!
Girl-SHUT UP!*hangs up*
THE NEXT DAY:
Man-*knocks* Hello.
Girl-What?!!FINE I'll VISIT HER!!!*slams door*
*Goes to hospital*
Mother-I love you...I-I want you to...
Girl-What?
Mother-I want you to love me as I was your father....I'm gonna-gonna-gonna...
Girl-SHUT UP?
Mother-No...I'm go-go-go-go-gonna..
Doctor-*knocks*Hello.I believe that your mother's gonna die.
Girl-*crying* I always loved you,mom!!!!!!Don't leave me.*crying harder*
Mother-I love you too...*dies*
THE NEXT DAY AT THE MOTHER'S FUNERAL:
Girl-I love you,mom.Wherever you are,I know you love me too.Please,forgive me...
The girl was mad at her mother for killing her father.Actually,the mother killed the father because he wanted to kill the mother and her daughter,but the mother's daughter didn't realize that.But the mother's love for her daughter was strong.
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Story#2
Boy- I missed you at school today, why weren't you there?
Girl- Yeah,I had to go to the doctor.
Boy- Oh really?Why?
Girl- Oh nothing,annual shots,that's all.
Boy- Oh...
Girl- So what did we do in math today?
Boy- You didn't miss anything that great.......just lots of notes.
Girl- Ok,good.
Boy- Yeah
Girl- Hey,I have a question......
Boy- Ok,ask away.
Girl-........How much do you love me?
Boy- You know I love you more than anything.
Girl- Yeah.....
Boy- Why do you ask?
Girl-*silent*
Boy- Is something wrong?
Girl- No, nothing at all.
Goy- Ok, good.
Girl- ..............How much do you care about me?
Boy- I would give you the world in a heartbeat if I could.
Girl- You would?
Boy- Yeah.........of course I would *sounding worried* is there something wrong?
Girl- No, everything is fine......
Boy- Are you sure?
Girl- Yeah.
Boy- Ok.......I hope so.
Girl- ..............Would you die for me?
Boy- I would take a bullet for you anyday, hunny.
Girl- Really?
Boy- Anyday. Now seriously, is there something wrong?
Girl- No, I'm fine, your fine, we're fine, everyones fine.
Boy- ............Ok. If your sure.
Girl-......................Well, I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow at school.
Boy- Alright, bye. I LOVE YOU.
Girl- Yeah, I love you too, bye.
THE NEXT DAY AT SCHOOL:
Boy- Hey, have you seen my girlfriend today?
Friend- No
Boy- Oh. Ok.
Friend- She wasn't here yesterday either.
Boy- I know, she was acting all wierd on the phone last night.
Friend- Well dude, you know how girls are sometimes.
Boy- Yeah........but not her.
Friend- I don't know what else to say, man.
Boy- Ok, well I gotta get to english, I'll see you after school.
Friend- Yeah, I gotta get to science, talk to you later.
THAT NIGHT:
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Girl- Hello?
Boy- Hey.
Girl- Oh, hi.
Boy- Why weren't you at school today?
Girl- Uh.......I had another doctor appointment.
Boy- Are you sick?
Girl- ..................Um I have to go, my mom's calling on my other line.
Boy- I'll wait.
Girl- It may take a while, I'll call you later.
Boy-........Alright, I love you hunny.
*very long pause*
Girl- (with tear in her eye) Look, I think we should break up.
Boy- What?
Girl- Its the best thing for us right now.
Boy- Why?
Girl- I love you.
*click*
THE GIRL DOESNT COME TO SCHOOL FOR 3 MORE WEEKS, AND DOESNT ANSWER HER PHONE.
Boy- Hey dude.
Friend- Hey.
Boy- Whats up?
Friend- Nothing much. Hey have you talked to your ex lately?
Boy- No.
Friend- So you didn't hear?
Boy- Hear what?
Friend- Um, well, I don't know if I should be the one to tell you......
Boy- Dude, tell me!
Friend- Uh....call this number....433-555-3468
Boy- Ok............
BOY CALLS NUMBER AFTER SCHOOL
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Voice- Hello, Suppam County Hospital, this is nurse Beckam.
Boy- Uh.......I must have the wrong number, I'm looking for my friend.
Voice- What is her name, sir?
(boy gives info)
Voice- Yes, this is the right number, she is one of our patients here.
Boy- really? Why? What happened? How is she?
Voice- Her room number is ..646, in building A, suite 3.
Boy- WHAT HAPPENED?!
Voice- Please come by sir and you can see her, goodbye.
Boy- WAIT! NO!
*dial tone*
BOY GOES TO HOSPITAL, AND TO ROOM ..646, BUILDING A, SUITE 3. GIRL IS LYING IN THE HOSPITAL BED.
Boy- Oh my! Are you ok?
Girl- ..................
Boy- Sweetie! Talk to me!
Girl- I..........
Boy- You what? YOU WHAT?
Girl- I have cancer and I'm on life support.
Boy- *cries so hard*
Girl- They're taking me off tonight.
Boy- Why?
Girl- I wanted to tell you but I couldn't.
Boy- Why not?
Girl- I didn't want to hurt you.
Boy- You could never hurt me sweetheart.
Girl- I just wanted to see if you felt about me as the same I felt about you.
Boy-What?
Girl- I love you more than anything, I would give you the world in a heartbeat. I would die for you and take a bullet for you.
Boy- ...........*cries harder*
Girl- Don't be sad, I love you, and I'll always be here with you.
Boy- Then why'd you break up with me?
Nurse- Young man, visiting hours are over.
BOY LEAVES, GIRL IS TAKEN OFF LIFE SUPPORT,AND DIES.
What the boy didn't know is that the girl only asked him those questions so she could hear him say it one last time,and she only broke up with him because she knew she only had 3 more weeks to live, and thought it would cause him less pain and give him time to get over her before she died.
NEXT DAY
The boy is found dead with a gun in his hand..with a note in the other...
THE NOTE SAID-I told her I would take a bullet for her....just like she said she would die for me...

Story#3
I'm laying in a cage
I'm feeling scared and sad
I've been here for a week
I was left by my dad
I joined him as a puppy
He fast became my friend
He cared for me with love
Said he'd love me to the end
Then my dad got older
He found a new mate
She really didn't like me
Said I was out of date
They brought me here a week ago
A lady took me at the desk
She put me in this cage
And left me with the rest
A whole week has passed
I'm still here alone
He hasn't come back
He's left me all alone
The lady's coming to me
Lifting me up
She takes me to a table
And says, "Good pup".
She's pulling out a needle
It stings like a bee
Now she is crying
Saying bye to me
He left me here alone
He stopped loving me
He left me in a cage
But now I'm free.

Story #4
Mommy mommy
I've been bad
I never meant to make you sad
And make you hurt me
Mommy mommy
I love you
I hope you know that its true
I never meant to make you yell
Mommy mommy
Why are calling me
Those funny names
I thought you said we could never play games
Daddy daddy
Why do have a gun under your bed?
And daddy why
Are you threating to put it to my head?
Daddy daddy
Why are so mean?
I never meant for my bruise to be seen!
Daddy dadddy
The nurse asks who did this
I say you did it
And when she says "Oh my"
I tell her it was just a lie
But I guess she knew the truth
Daddy daddy
Mommy mommy
Why did you hurt me?

story #5
Her dad was a drunk Her mom was an addict Her parents kept her Locked in an attic Her only friend was a little toy bear It was old and worn out And had patches of hair She always talked to it When no one's around She lays there and hugs it Not a peep of sound Until her parents unlock the door Some more and more pain She'll have to endore A bruise on her leg A scar on her face Why would she be In such a horrible place? But she grabs her bear And softly crys She loves her parents But they want her to die She sits in the corner Quiet but thinking, God, why? Why is My life always sinking? Such a bad life For a sad little kid She'd get beaten and beaten For anything she did Then one night Her mom came home high The poor child was hit and slapped As hours went by Then her mom suddenly Grabbed for a blade It was sharp and pointy One that she made She thrusted the blade Right in her chest, You deserve to die You worthless pest! The mom walked out Leaving the girl slowly dieing She grabbed her bear And again sgarliced crying Police showed up At the small little house They quickly barged in Everything was as quiet as a mouse One officer slowly Opened a door To find the sad little girl Lieing on the floor It must have been bad To go through so much harm But at least she died With her best friend in her arms

story #6
"Dear Mummy,

Today was my first day at school, Mummy. All the other boys and girls were holding their Mummy's hands, afraid to go inside. Daddy had to go to work, so I was brave and I went in all by myself. The teacher smiled and welcomed me inside. She showed me where my seat was, next to a girl called Simone. Simone smiled and asked my name, and we became friends.

We had to draw a picture of our favourite person. Simone drew a popstar with blonde hair and shiny red lips. I drew you Mummy. I drew you as an angel, because Daddy says you're in Heaven. I gave you big feathery white wings, and a gold sparkly halo. My teacher, Mrs Gibb said it was brilliant and she put it on the wall. I thought of how proud you would have been Mummy, and it made me happy.

Daddy says God had to take you up to Heaven to look after Mikey. I hope you can make him happy again, and give him lots of cuddles. Daddy says in Heaven, everyone gets to do their favourite thing all day! I bet Mikey is drawing lots of pictures, and you are making lots of clothes for him.

Today I wore my favourite dress Mummy. The pink flowery one with the white lacey part underneath. My friend Simone asked me where I got it, and I told her it was special and no one else in the world has the same dress because you made it for me, Mummy. I told her you were the best dressmaker in the world. She asked why you don't make dresses anymore, but I told her you are making dresses for the other angels in Heaven, Mummy.

I miss you and Mikey lots, Mummy. I know you were sick and God took you away to Heaven so you can feel better now. Daddy says we will see you again someday, when we go to Heaven. He says you're looking down on me, right now even as I'm writing this letter! I still take your scarf to bed Mummy, because it has your special smell on it and it feels like you're lying beside me, whispering stories to me until I fall asleep. I can't wait until I see you and Mikey again, Mummy.

story #5

Teddy Bear

~!~Sad Story About Child Abuse~!~

Teddy, I've been bad again,
My Mommy told me so;
I'm not quite sure what I did wrong,
But I thought that you might know.

When I woke up this morning,
I knew that she was mad;
Cause she was crying awful hard,
And yelling at my dad.

I tried my best to be real good,
And do just what she said;
I cleaned my room all by myself,
I even made my bed.

But I spilled milk on my good shirt,
When she yelled at me to hurry;
And I guess she didn't hear me,
When I told her I was sorry.

'Cause she hit me awful hard, you see,
And called me funny names;
And told me I was really bad,
And I should be ashamed!

When I said, "I love you, Mommy,"
I guess she didn't understand;
Cause she yelled at me to shut my mouth.
Or I'd get smacked again.

So I came up here to talk to you,
Please tell me what to do;
'Cause I really love my Mommy,
And I know she loves me, too.

And I don't think my Mommy means,
To hit me quite so hard;
I guess sometimes, grown ups forget
How really big they are!

So Teddy, I wish you were real,
And you weren't just a bear;
Then you could help me find a way
To tell Mommies everywhere.

To please try hard to understand.
How sad it makes us feel;
'Cause the outside pain soon goes a way,
But the inside never heals!

And if we could make them listen,
Maybe then they'd understand;
So other children just like me,
Wouldn't have to hurt again.

But for now, I guess I'll hold you tight,
And pretend the pain's not there;
I know you'd never hurt me,
So Goodnight, Teddy Bear!