The Choice Sample

This is just some random story idea i thought of and i wanted to know if it was any good. Here are the first 2 chapters. Normally i'd only give 1 but i feel for anyone to have recieve any effect from the story you need to know a bt more so i decided to give 2 chapters. Please enjoy and please give as much feedback as you want.



Wednesday April 17th, 2014
I gave a small scream and bolted straight upwards in my bed. I guess I wasn’t loud enough because no one came running in checking to see if I was ok. I’ll have to keep that in mind in case a serial killer comes along, I thought. I looked over at my clock. 3:38 AM. “Well, I guess I should go back to sleep.” I muttered.
I lay back down on my pillow. It felt like a cloud. I fell asleep once more. A few hours later my alarm blares. 6:00 AM. I groaned. I turned off my alarm and counted to sixty giving me one minute more under the warm covers. I finally decide to kick them off. I get up and go on with my morning routine of getting ready for school. I decide it’s not worth getting all fancy in nice clothes so I put on some grey sweat pants with my school’s logo on it: High View Indians. I put on the white out shirt from this year’s white out game and went downstairs.
“Good morning Haley. How did you sleep?” my mother asked.
I shrugged. “Fine.”
I sat down at the breakfast bar after getting my cereal. I started to eat. “You’ll have to eat quicker if you are going to get the bus.” My mom said.
“Isn’t Dave going to drive me?” I asked.
“Not at the rate he is going.” She shook her head no.
I groaned again. Why is Dave so selfish? Just because he is a senior doesn’t mean he can just blow things off. I rushed to finish my breakfast and grabbed my backpack. I walked somewhat slower. It felt different today. I had no idea why. It just felt like a shroud of sorrow and sadness was here today. It felt as if a part of me was missing, and that part of me died. When the bus got here I got on and sat at a window seat. As the bus went on its route I watched out the window. It felt like time was slowing down. It was as the world didn’t want me at school today. I stopped at my friend’s bus stop. I didn’t see Mairead.
I wonder if she got a ride from her sister. Normally she’d tell me if she was sick. Once the bus dropped us out at school it felt like the entire school felt slow. People were talking of course. Going on with the normal lives but it just felt different and from the looks of others I could tell I wasn’t the only one who felt weird. I waited under the clock near my locker waiting for Mairead, but I never saw her. I eventually had to give up and go to homeroom.
I walked into A313: my CHS Chemistry class. I sat next to my other friend Katie. “Hey Katie, did Mairead tell you if she was coming to school or not?” I asked.
“No, why? I thought she would tell you.” said Katie.
“Not today. I didn’t see her this morning at all. I thought she had gotten a ride to school from Lindsey, but I guess I was wrong.” I replied.
I glanced at my phone checking to make sure I didn’t miss anything. 7:20 AM. I looked up at the Black board for the announcements to come on. They didn’t. The screen was still full of colorful stripes waiting. I looked over at Mr. Clark. He looked as if he was reading something. Suddenly his face fell, and he bent down on his desk with his hands on his face. I nudged Katie. “Is Mr. Clark crying?” I asked.
She looked over at our teacher. “It would appear so. I wonder why.” She said.
Minutes went by and the announcements never came on. The minutes continued to pass, and it felt like the world started to move slower and slower. After what seemed like hours second period began. Mairead still hadn’t shown up. Mr. Clark seemed upset. His eyes were blood shot, as if he had been crying, which he was. He also wasn’t lively. He just seemed to exist in the world today. It was now 8:40 AM. Mr. Clark stopped class and turned the lights off. He went to his computer and the colorful stripes returned.
Then the announcements started. Katie and I gave each other quizzical looks. However it wasn’t the normal seniors doing the announcements. It was our principal Mr. Hoffman. “Good morning, students and staff. It’s Mr. Hoffman and its Wednesday April 17th, 2014. I apologize for the inconvenience of this announcement timing but there were things the school board and I had to clear up. I know most of you have been having this off feeling today as have I. and there is a reason to this, and I wish it was on happier circumstances. This morning at 3:38 AM High View lost Mairead Weaver to suicide.” said Mr. Hoffman.
“Mairead was a wonderful student, and I know as do her teachers she would have achieved greatness. She could have been the one to cure cancer, but now we will never know. High View High School has had a great loss. Our deepest regards go out to the family and friends of Mairead. I also want to take the time now and say counseling is available for all who need it. Now let’s have a moment in silence to honor her memory.” said Mr. Hoffman.
I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t. Mr. Hoffman’s words of “This morning at 3:38 AM High View lost Mairead Weaver to suicide.” They just kept ringing in my mind. Why didn’t she tell me? Why couldn’t I stop her? Was I not there enough? Did she resent me? Why? What if… This couldn’t really be real. Maybe any second I will wake up in my room and this would never have happened. I knew she was depressed from her parents constant yelling and fighting. I knew it got worse after they said they would be divorcing. I knew she was bullied sometimes at school. I know she had many problems and I threatened to get help. She always stopped me. I should have been a better friend. I should have done so anyways. It just looked like she was getting better.
I looked beside me and Katie was crying. Many people looked shocked. Everyone seemed to be blaming themselves for Mairead’s suicide. One of her ex’s was crying. I can bet you he feels regret. All those girls who bullied her were shocked. They were blaming themselves. I could see it in their eyes.
It was ten minutes after the announcement was finished till the message hit home. I lost it. I ran out of the room and I fell to the ground in the hallway. I was crying. I wanted to scream and yell but I couldn’t. I was so mad. The thoughts I have previously magnified. My head hurt at the thought that my friend was gone. I couldn’t live anymore. My mind stopped. It quit working. I thought that without Mairead my life would just stop. Eventually our guidance counselor came eventually cause the next thing I never it I was in his office.
The principal came in. He came and sat next to me. He didn’t say anything. He just sat there. Soon after my brother Dave came rushing in. Mr. Hoffman excused us early. Said we could go home. Dave came next to me and drove us home. I walked into the house and walked up into my room. I lay down and cried. It seemed like the tears wouldn’t stop.
Around 5:00 PM our parents came home. My mom and dad came into my room and they made sure I was ok. I wasn’t, but they knew that. My mom called us down to dinner a while later. I walked down slowly, and sat at the table but I didn’t touch my food. I wanted to cry, but I couldn’t. I think I ran out of them. I couldn’t think my life would continue, and I was ready to make sure it wouldn’t. I walked back up to my room and I laid back down onto my bed. I realized that today was still moving slow. It was as if the world wanted me to suffer longer. I didn’t understand why it happened to me. I miss her.















Chapter 2
Lindsey
Tuesday April 16th, 2014
I walked into Mairead’s room. She was sitting on her bed reading a book. She looked better today. Her arms were getting better from the last time she cut. She also hasn’t drunk anything for a few days. Maybe she is improving. The doctors said she would, it would just take a lot of time. It’s hard I’ll admit. What we are going through. Our parents fight all the time and there are days that they take their anger out on us.
I think Mairead would have been able to handle it if they didn’t say they were going to divorce. Our parents are her greatest role models as far as I know and them divorcing destroyed that admiration like a snap of a twig. She lost it then. She didn’t know what to do, and she blamed herself for their wanting to divorce. I was mad at them. I mean they hurt Mairead and they never tried to fix anything that they did. Now however it’s my priority to keep my sister safe.
“Hey Mairead, you ok?” I asked
She nodded. “Yeah. I’m fine.” she replied.
I knew when to stop and when she wasn’t in the mood to talk. I left the room and walked into mine. I started writing in my diary and finishing some of my homework in my room. It was around 11:00 PM that I feel asleep.
Wednesday April 17th, 2014
I was running in the forest. There were men with swords coming after me. Following them was the Darkness. I had to run. I had to save Mairead. She was in danger and I had to rescue her before the Darkness reached her. If anything the Darkness should get me. So long as it keeps her safe what does it matter?
The men were shouting. They were yelling. They were gaining and so was the Darkness. I reached a clearing and I saw my sister. She was in a cage. “Mairead! I’m here to help you.” I yelled.
I ran over to the cage she was in. I grabbed the knife that was in my belt. I broke the bonds of the cage. She came out and hugged me. Only then did I realize the Darkness was around us. Any minute it would be upon us and we would die. She looked into my eyes. They were full of sorrow. “I’m sorry Lindsey. Goodbye.” said Mairead.
She grabbed my knife and ran into the Darkness. “NO!” I screamed.
The Darkness finally dispersed. I saw Mairead. Her wrists were bloody and she was on the ground still. I ran over to her. I put my hand on her neck to look for a pulse. It was almost gone. “No Mairead, stay with me. You can’t die. You can’t leave me!” I said.
Finally her pulse was gone. I fell on top of her and hugged her. I failed. How could I have failed? I failed her. This wasn’t supposed to happen. She can’t die! It should have been me!
“MAIREAD!!!” I scream. I jumped out of bed and to Mairead’s room. I tried to open the door but it was locked. “Mairead! Open up the door! MOM! DAD!”
The door was locked. I tried to bang on the door. My parents didn’t seem to think it was important. They were probably fighting in their own room. I found a hammer in the kitchen and opened the door with it. “NOOOOOOO!”
What I saw was what I saw in my dream. I ran to her, and I put my hands on her neck to find the pulse. This time however it was gone. The Darkness… the depression… it got her. I failed… again. Her wrists were bloody. She must have cut them. I then saw the empty pill bottle next to her as well as her note. He suicide note.
My parents I guess finally heard as well as my younger sister. They ran into the room. Quickly they realized what happened. My mother fell to the floor crying. My father screamed and banged his hands against the walls, and my sister was younger than Mairead and she didn’t quite understand what was going all. She did know however Mairead was dead. While this all happened I was crying over my sister’s body. The rest of my family eventually made their way to me. We sat in her room embracing each other. I looked at the clock over my father’s shoulder and it read 3:38 AM.
My dad called the ambulance to take my sister away. When they came I didn’t let the, take her. My parents had to pull me away. I was devastated. Neither I nor Caitlyn went to school. We stayed home together and we each other’s support. I felt like a horrible person. I could’ve saved her. I should have saved her. I should have pushed help onto her. My parents shouldn’t have been so cruel. They shouldn’t have decided to divorce. I hate them. It should have been me that died. Not Mairead.
The day went quickly. It was like the world wanted me to quickly get over the sadness but I just couldn’t I will never get over it.