Her Broken Heart
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A story about what could happen if you treat people terribly. I'm not saying this will happen, it's just suicide awareness and raising awareness for abuse on other people. It's a little messy, sorry about that. I'm so sorry for not being on Commaful for forever, I have been taking a small break. Random pictures. I hope you like it. :D

Her Broken Heart

One day a boy

One day a boy who treated a girl like a toy

One day a boy who treated a girl like a toy got a note at school.

He thought maybe

He thought maybe it was some other hot girl

He thought maybe it was some other hot girl that would make him look cool.

But no, it was this girl,

But no, it was this girl, and she wrote something

But no, it was this girl, and she wrote something that would make his mind whirl.

"If I am gone,

"If I am gone, what would you say?

"If I am gone, what would you say? Would you move on fast,

"If I am gone, what would you say? Would you move on fast, find a new girl the next day?

Or would you sit back,

Or would you sit back, realize what you had done?

Or would you sit back, realize what you had done? I won't be here to find out,

Or would you sit back, realize what you had done? I won't be here to find out, my life will be thrown out by a gun."

The boy stared at the note,

The boy stared at the note, now the end of the day.

The boy stared at the note, now the end of the day. He chose to walk up to her,

The boy stared at the note, now the end of the day. He chose to walk up to her, he tried to find out what to say.

He walked up to the girl,

He walked up to the girl, he begged on his knees.

He walked up to the girl, he begged on his knees. He said "he was sorry,"

He walked up to the girl, he begged on his knees. He said "he was sorry," that living doesn't need much expertise.

She shook her head,

She shook her head, his apology unaccepted.

She shook her head, his apology unaccepted. She explained to him

She shook her head, his apology unaccepted. She explained to him how she felt so neglected.

"I'm hanging on

"I'm hanging on by just a thread,

"I'm hanging on by just a thread, by tomorrow

"I'm hanging on by just a thread, by tomorrow I'll be dead."

So that night he sat in bed,

So that night he sat in bed, texting her and waiting for a response.

So that night he sat in bed, texting her and waiting for a response. He never got a text back,

So that night he sat in bed, texting her and waiting for a response. He never got a text back, and so he cried for once.

He cried and cried,

He cried and cried, no one at his house to care.

He cried and cried, no one at his house to care. He wondered what could've happened

He cried and cried, no one at his house to care. He wondered what could've happened if he had treated her fair.

The next morning

The next morning he texted that girl again

The next morning he texted that girl again and waited for her to respond.

The next morning he texted that girl again and waited for her to respond. He waited with the phone in his hands

The next morning he texted that girl again and waited for her to respond. He waited with the phone in his hands but instead of her

The next morning he texted that girl again and waited for her to respond. He waited with the phone in his hands but instead of her it was her mom.

"Hello, I have some news,

"Hello, I have some news, it seems you have already heard.

"Hello, I have some news, it seems you have already heard. I'm not going to give you clues,

"Hello, I have some news, it seems you have already heard. I'm not going to give you clues, she has slipped right past this world.

My poor girl, ambulances couldn't save her,

My poor girl, ambulances couldn't save her, the gun was way too strong.

My poor girl, ambulances couldn't save her, the gun was way too strong. And I think I'm pretty sure

My poor girl, ambulances couldn't save her, the gun was way too strong. And I think I'm pretty sure that you did something wrong."

The boy closed his eyes.

The boy closed his eyes. He cried silently as the text was read.

The boy closed his eyes. He cried silently as the text was read. He couldn't understand why

The boy closed his eyes. He cried silently as the text was read. He couldn't understand why or how easily he had cut that thread.

So, the boy wanted to text back,

So, the boy wanted to text back, his whole hand was shaking,

So, the boy wanted to text back, his whole hand was shaking, how had he made her wear a mask

So, the boy wanted to text back, his whole hand was shaking, how had he made her wear a mask and not know the smiles she was faking?

He finally started to write

He finally started to write out of sorrow and guilt.

He finally started to write out of sorrow and guilt. Not out of anger, not out of spite.

He finally started to write out of sorrow and guilt. Not out of anger, not out of spite. His words were typed, to the text it spilt.

"I'll never treat another person like a toy,

"I'll never treat another person like a toy, I'll look at how they feel more.

"I'll never treat another person like a toy, I'll look at how they feel more. I won't be that dreaded boy.

"I'll never treat another person like a toy, I'll look at how they feel more. I won't be that dreaded boy. They won't have to lie limp on the floor."

The boy sat there and took deep breaths,

The boy sat there and took deep breaths, knowing the fun was done.

The boy sat there and took deep breaths, knowing the fun was done. That girl was secretly a mess,

The boy sat there and took deep breaths, knowing the fun was done. That girl was secretly a mess, and he basically ended her life with that gun.

Written by: Fallen_feathers

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