The Halfling

My name is Samantha, I'm Halfling. I'm half human and half elf. Being a halfling stinks. People judge me before they even meet me. I'm not allowed out because I'm an abomination. Even the maids in my grandparent's manor don't come near me. I have never once felt loved. I don’t exist to anyone at all because I'm different. When I go out I get beat up or worse because I wasn’t meant to be here. 

Lately, the earth has been shaking and causing holes. It always happens at the worst times. I remember I just had gotten into a fight with my grandparents about how they detest me and how they don't even try to hide it. Then all of a sudden the earth shakes and a hole opens up in their room. Luckily my grandparents weren’t in their room. 

Today I'm lounging around in my room and eating all types of fruit when I hear a knock on the front door. I am so bored and I know opening the door isn't a good idea but I do it anyway. I open the door and a boy about my age is standing there. It is so weird. I feel butterflies in my stomach when he looks at me. He is handsome. He has beautiful chocolate eyes that sparkle in the sun. His curly brown hair comes to his shoulders and sways with the wind. His smile is so bright it is like staring directly at the sun. He has freckles scattered across his face like they were just sprinkled on him. Just looking at him feels wrong.

“Um hello,” I say kinda shyly.

“Hi, want some frozen cups? I'm selling them.” His accent is thick.

“Yes, let me go get some money." I went inside and got the money. When I come out I move my hair and you can see my dull ear points.

“Um, how much did you say you needed?” I ask him as I run my hand through my hair.

“Um... You're a halfling aren't you,” He stated scorn evident. As I nodded his face contorted in disdain for a moment and I saw a flash of bitterness. He soon turns his face into a look of calmness and detachment.

The smile that is forming on my face drops as I answer “ Why does it even matter?... You know what don't answer, that I already know.  Here, take the money. Have a nice day sir”

“Wai-” I slam the door in his face.  The thought of somebody who knows nothing about me judging me based on my race is just irritating.   I keep thinking about how people think  I am a problem or a disappointment something closer to filth than an elf.  How me being different makes people disgusted and they judge me. I hate how people just assume things about me. Sometimes I think it would be better if I wasn't here. 

A few minutes later I  decide to walk outside and I think, I think while people run in terror of the holes opening in the earth. I think about how nobody loves me. It makes me empty and I feel like a bottomless pit of rage and despair. As I feel the earth shatter beneath me I think about my grandparents and how they won't have to worry about the scornful looks people give them when they hear about their halfling grandchild. 

I smile, I smile for the first time I smile and welcome death with open arms because at least then I would know what a hug feels like even if it's the cold embrace of death. I feel welcomed as I fall to my death I feel more loved than I ever have and ever will. I feel the air surround me in a blanket of security as I fall. I feel my hair tickle on my face. I feel euphoric as I fall. I don't even feel the pain when I collide with the ground. I smile as I die and as I feel a thousand feelings at once, feelings I have never felt before.  I smile and a tear slides down my face as I look at the light the last light before I fall into a foreverness of darkness. I finally have peace.