A smol Psychological horror story I made

it hurt. all of it did. her hands caressing my face. my failure to stop it.

"You are all the same. So damn loud. Worthless, loud pigs."

I tried my best to keep her out of my head, but it never worked. Would her harm ever end? I don't get it...

"You know, you never were a boy. or a man. you were useless."

I never want to go back. Never.

I stood on the rooftop, hearing the soft whispers of the cars flying past below. They were mesmerizing, almost as if asking me to come say hi.

This whole world is scary. I can't go back anymore. I can't hold back. I can't hold back. I can't hold back.

What is home anymore, with her there? What is home with all of these scars I get? What is home?

"Where...am...I? How did I get here?" I said, and I looked next to me. There was someone there.

They looked emotionless. What happened to them?

they looked at me, almost remorseful. They jumped, leaving me breathless. It was...beautiful.

I could feel the air pushing me. Don't worry, earth, I will rid you of me soon, just let me send a few messages.

I opened up her contact. she may have hurt me, but she would like to know where the hell I am.

"Goodbye. You will see what you have done. I will finally become beautiful, and you will be the one suffering for it."

"What?"

"You read that right. You're the reason I'm lost. You're the reason this earth will be happy to see me leave. goodbye, and good luck in life."

I turned off my phone, and saw another person walk up to the edge of the roof. This can make someone smile. This can make someone cry. This will make the earth happier.

"Want to see something beautiful?"

"What do you mean?"

I stood back up, and walked closer to the edge.

"I'm going to finally be pretty."

And with that, my transformation commenced as I leaped into the whispering voices of the wind comfort.

I am finally beautiful. Graceful. Pretty.