A Better Tomorrow

[Lose 881]

After doing homework for a good few hours, I finally closed the school tabs and opened Discord. Checking all of my pings, I did my routine work before opening some obscure Flash game to play it before Flash disappeared. I put my Spotify playlist on maximum volume and started playing. After about an hour, my mom came into my room and called me over. We went into her room where my siblings were also gathered and she closed the door.

 

I came back into my room, shut down my computer, sat down on my bed, and thought about what had happened.

I was broken.

 

I walked over to where my dog was sleeping peacefully in a corner. Bending down to pet her, I contemplated what I should do, and then walk over to the window. I looked outside, past the tree, onto the driveway where my dad's white pickup truck was parked. The condensation from the window formed a drop of water, which slowly trickled down the window, not unlike the tear trickling down my face.

 

Maybe tomorrow will be better.

 

The next day, I woke up early, thanks to my alarm, and struggled to get out of bed. My eyes, still red from last night, weren't ready for the day -- they tried to stay closed, but I forced them open. I took a shower, brushed my teeth, changed my clothes, and did all of the things needed to be ready for the school day. I made my way to school, and when I got there, I prepared myself for what was to come.

 

Even with preparation, however, it wasn't enough. I came home from school that day worse than I've ever been in my life, physically, mentally, and emotionally.

I was broken.

 

When I could, I opened up Discord on my computer and started a voice call with my friends. We talked for hours, with them only knowing a fraction of what's been going on. We had a lot of laughs, and it was overall a great time. I logged off Discord and went to bed hopeful.

 

Maybe tomorrow will be better.

 

I woke up yet again, going through almost the exact same morning routine as yesterday, but things changed when I got to school. Things actually didn't go as badly as yesterday. I got home and was yet again called to my mom's room. I exited the room in tears. I had finally reached my limit. In my room, I sobbed into my pillow for hours, and when I got up, it was only to switch out pillows to cry into. After hours of crying, I got up, went to my dog and hugged her. Picking her up, I went downstairs and gave her to my mom. I went back up to my room and looked out the window at the car pulling out of the driveway. 

I was broken.

 

Looking over at the dog bed, I couldn't help but feel hopeless. Everything had gone downhill in just a couple days. But there wasn't really anything I could do. Coming to this sad yet true conclusion, I picked up the dog bed and threw it in the trash. We wouldn't be needing it anymore. I sat down on my bed, too tired to cry, resigned to my fate, and I went to bed.

 

Maybe tomorrow will be better.

 

I woke up later than usual, which was fine -- today was a Saturday. I got out of bed rejuvenated, got some cereal, and hopped onto the computer. I opened a Google document and started typing. As the sun lowered in the sky, I stayed on the computer, typing away. Eventually, I seemed satisfied with what I had written. I printed it out and left it on my desk. 

 

I thought about what I was about to do. The consequences, the sadness, the horrible conclusion that I was driven to. But it didn't matter. I was broken. Even though this wasn't a fix to my problems, even though this wasn't a fix to anybody's problems, even though it, if anything, caused more problems, I didn't care. I was broken. Nothing mattered -- I was broken. I turned off the lights to my room, shrouding everything in darkness.

 

A bang, a thump, then a horrible silence.

 

Maybe tomorrow will be better.

 

 

~Lose

^{Here's to having a 2021 that's been better than 2020. Happy new years everybody, maybe this year will be better.}

[Person_Random 4,991]

Approved.

Let's pretend that I'm contributing to my English group and not doing Newspaper work. *coughs* I'm glad to see a strong writer return with yet another great story. In my opinion, the theme and plotline are very clear and laid out and I really enjoy the repetition of the lines "I was broken" and "Maybe tomorrow will be better" for emphasis. However, I think it would be even stronger with even more emotion and description if you can add it in. Otherwise, it's a great story - a strong start to 2021 - and I hope to see even better works as the year progresses. Keep it up!

Edits: minor grammar fixes.

[Lose 881]

3 minutes ago, Person_Random said:

Approved.

Let's pretend that I'm contributing to my English group and not doing Newspaper work. *coughs* I'm glad to see a strong writer return with yet another great story. In my opinion, the theme and plotline are very clear and laid out and I really enjoy the repetition of the lines "I was broken" and "Maybe tomorrow will be better" for emphasis. However, I think it would be even stronger with even more emotion and description if you can add it in. Otherwise, it's a great story - a strong start to 2021 - and I hope to see even better works as the year progresses. Keep it up!

Edits: minor grammar fixes.

Thanks for approving this! A strong start to 2021, and I'm only planning for things to go bigger and better from here. 

[dupuy 318]

14 hours ago, Lose said:

Thanks for approving this! A strong start to 2021, and I'm only planning for things to go bigger and better from here. 

You are truly a master of short stories and cliff hangers, I must say. This is a keeper! Good read!