Author: The Devious Deviant PM
Her life was simple, at first... but the tragedy that seemed to follow her everywhere would ultimately be her demise. Contains non-explicit death.Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Tragedy - Words: 1,401 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 10-25-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2964396
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This was the first short story of the school year... I was in a bit of a morbid mood, and so I wrote this (overly) melodramatic narrative. (One of my friends made fun of me because of how depressing he thought it was, but he got a 70 on his story, and I got a 98. Who's laughing now, bitch? :D)
Lisa Calder was an ordinary little girl born to an ordinary family. Like other little girls, Lisa loved to play with her dolls, and enjoyed dancing and skipping about the house. Her dreams were filled with elaborate fantasies of becoming a princess, marrying a prince, and living happily ever after, just like in the stories.
But unlike other little girls, Lisa's life would ultimately turn tragic.
When Lisa was five years old, her parents were invited to a wedding overseas. Although her parents would have loved to take their daughter with them, they simply could not afford it, and so left little Lisa to stay with her grandparents.
Lisa had been absolutely furious. When her parents went to hug her goodbye, she shrugged them off angrily. When her parents said they loved her, she remained silent. When her parents waved goodbye, her hand stayed at her side. After they had left, Lisa had felt fairly guilty at her actions. She promised to herself that she would be nicer when they got back.
The plane never made it.
Lisa had been heartbroken when she heard of the horrific accident that had claimed her parents' lives. Lisa, now an orphan, was sent to live with her grandparents. She brought only a small bag of her belongings with her. The dolls remained in her old house. So did her dreams.
After living for a while in her grandparents home, Lisa's life saw improvement. The dreams she had previously abandoned in her old house slowly began to return. It seemed as though the worst of her life was over with.
But when Lisa was nine years old, her grandmother died of cancer. When she was ten, a speeding car ran over her puppy. When she was twelve, her best friend drowned in a lake. She stopped smiling soon after that.
Quire surprisingly, Lisa managed to graduate high school. With her grandfather's financial help, she was able to attend a university. She had hoped to become a nurse.
But in the middle of her first year, her grandfather had a heart attack and passed away shortly after. Without anyone to support her education, she was forced to drop out of school, and ended up as a waitress in a rundown diner.
By now Lisa wondered what she had done to deserve her life. Everyone she had ever loved, everyone she had ever cared for, all ended up the same way. Dead. She must have been cursed.
Some time later, she met a young man at the restaurant she worked at. He was kind and goofy, yet also charming in a way. Lisa no longer believed in fairytales, but if she did, she would have called it love at first sight. The two were married only a year later.
Life had seemed normal for a little while, until their country was forced into war. Lisa's husband decided to enlist in the military. Lisa was distraught; what if something happened? What if he was killed? Permanently injured? She didn't want him to leave her! He couldn't go to war! He had to stay home! He had to!
But Lisa's husband had truly wanted to serve his country. Disregarding Lisa's pleas, he departed only weeks later. Lisa tried to stay positive, writing as many letters as she could, mostly to reassure herself that he was indeed alive.
A few months after her husband went to war, she found out she was pregnant.
Lisa had been overjoyed, absolutely overjoyed. She finally had the chance to have a family again. She wrote to her husband as soon as she could to tell him the wonderful news.
A week later she got a notice informing her that her husband had been shot and killed on the frontlines.
She was brokenhearted, distraught, but also enraged. She had done nothing to deserve this! Nothing! Was some higher power just playing with her? That must've been it! Her entire life was just someone's sick game! It wasn't fair! It wasn't fair!
At that moment she remembered her unborn baby, and she knew exactly what she had to do. She would protect her baby at all costs. She would not let it die. She would keep it alive, and prove to the sick depraved monster watching over her life that they could not take everyone she loved away from her.
When her baby boy was born a few months later, Lisa would not let any of the doctors or nurses touch him. What if they dropped him? What if they wanted to hurt him? She wouldn't let them!
Over the years Lisa continued to obsess over her son David's safety. She was possessed by the desire to keep him away from anything that might hurt him, to the point of being completely irrational.
The first time David sneezed, Lisa rushed him to the emergency room. ("He could've had a serious illness and I didn't want it to get worse!") When David found a bug in the living room, she quickly killed it and scrubbed his hands thoroughly. ("It might've had a disease!") When David tried to cut an apple into slices by himself, she went berserk. ("You do NOT touch knives, EVER! You could cut yourself and bleed to death, or get tetanus!")
David was not allowed to go outside. ("Do you even know how many speeding cars and deadly germs and sharp things are out there?") David was not allowed to go to school. ("You have to go outside to get there, and I'm not risking it! Don't worry, sweetie, Mommy will teach you instead.") David was not allowed to have friends over. ("Kids these days just want to roughhouse, and I don't want you getting hurt!")
Lisa was so concerned over keeping her son away from physical harm, that she didn't notice how David rarely smiled. She never noticed how he would always look pensively out the window, how he would sometimes not eat his meals, how he would just lie in his bed and stare at the ceiling all day.
When David was eight years old, he unexpectedly fainted in the middle of dinner. Lisa had been frantic, rushing as fast as she could to the hospital to see what was wrong with her son.
The doctor couldn't find any signs of disease, but David was very ill, and stayed in the hospital. (It's as if he's lost the will to live, the doctor had said.) Lisa stayed by his side the entire time. David's condition only worsened.
He passed away three days later.
A nurse came in the room later that day to remove the body. Lisa wouldn't let him.
"No!" she had cried. "No! He's not dead! He can't be dead! He can't! I did everything I could to keep him safe! EVERYTHING! He's just fine! Now, tell the nurse you're fine, sweetie... David?... David!"
The nurse called for someone, and a sobbing Lisa was pulled away from her son. She tried to fight back, but she was weak with grief. She couldn't accept that her son was gone, and that he was never coming back.
Lisa had been utterly hysterical, and so she was placed temporarily in a hospital room. The hospital would keep watch over her until she calmed down and regained her senses.
Lisa stopped crying a few days later, but she was tired, so tired. She was tired of caring, tired of trying and failing, tired of fighting against the inevitable. She didn't want to hurt anymore. She just wanted to sleep. She just wanted to sleep and never wake up.
As these thoughts seeped into her head, her mind slowly started to shut down.
She remained in that hospital room until the day she died.
Please let me know if you found any errors! Thanks for reading!