Hello, lovely Soul Drop!
Today is World Suicide Prevention Day and since this topic is really close to my heart I had to talk about it. I know this subject is truly hard to talk about regardless if you have experienced suicidal ideas or not. If I may be honest I had a hard day in the emotional aspect.
I feel tired, pained and I’m not in the right mental position to actually share the right words I wanted to, I'll do it when I feel better. But! I truly appreciate all of you so I’m still going to share something with you.
The next short story was written in the middle of an English class exam because it was one of the requirements. It turned out pretty good since that day I also felt extremely bad causing me to let my emotions flow and be entirely honest.
I must warn you, this story has a sad ending and it’s quite macabre but it conveys the message I believe suicide prevention should really take in consideration: Everyone can feel suicidal no matter how happy they might seem to be.
The bright star by I.W
There’s always that one, the best of the class. In classroom D you could find her waving to her friends with those petite white hands and a tender smile plastered on her gorgeous china-doll face. You might think Lyra Vega could be your typical Queen Bee looking down on the rest of her classmates. However, this wasn’t the case at all. Lyra’s name suited her perfectly; her light blue orbs resembled two pristine crystals which gazed upon everyone compassionately just like the stars glimmering above the insomniacs of the serene town each silent night.
Few or maybe none disliked the sweet overachiever; her slender frame could be seen frequently waltzing through the halls aiding kindly whoever might need it. Though today is different, the students usually noisy and careless remained silent throughout all the classes, Math, History, Biology, the deafening silence hung on the air. No one said it, no one dared to speak up and signal the empty seat where their top-of-the-class friend always sits. The void on the school desk could be felt, like an extra student whose ghostly presence lingered between them. The day was slowly coming to an end, Lyra’s closest friends decided to check up on her so they scurried out of the school and walked under the dying sun to the street where she resided.
The ancient Victorian manor belonging to the Vega’s had always been considered rather creepy and yet today the environment around it seems more eerie than usual, the cawing of a crow could be heard nearby as they approached the door. At first, they tried timidly knocking; one of them noticed the door was unlocked so they cautiously stepped in. The last one was supposed to close the door, instead, the icy wind swept inside the house as they stood at the entrance horrified. The image in front of their eyes would haunt them forever: the slight swaying of her feet as the breeze rushed in, the droplets on the fancy carpet and the now thunderous silence all around them. Lyra was wearing a white dress, her gorgeous curled hair falling over her face like a veil which only half concealed her face, around her neck there was a necklace made out of rope and down her arms flowed down crimson streams which stained the floor beneath her feet.
The bright star had burned out; her light blue eyes now two glassy frozen pools. That star which shone for everyone faded out in a flash and extinguished the flame inside her heart. A funeral was held but was soon forgotten; the evanescence of something so sublime like her smile or kind gaze was just unbearable for the townspeople so the tragic details of her departure were buried six feet under. Life continued, as it tends to do, the sun kept on shining like usual, the birds kept singing and the kids kept playing. Though, was the sunlight always this dim? Did the birds compose a morbid hymn? Have the mothers always hugged their children so closely?
The stars differ from the townspeople, they welcomed the star-named child with open arms and wondered, why was it the sweeter her smile was…the deeper she fell and the quicker her light burned out?
I hope this story made you think and consider this topic once again. What does it mean to you? What do you think of the story? Share it with us!
Thank you so much for reading.
With much love,
Bel.
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