Wanna kill yourself? Imagine this. You come home from school one
day. You’ve had yet another horrible day. You’re just
ready to give up. So you go to your room, close the door, and take
out that suicide note you’ve written and rewritten over and
over and over. You take out those razor blades, and cut for the
very last time. You grab that bottle of pills and take them all.
Laying down, holding the letter
to your chest, you close your eyes for the very last time. A few
hours later, your little brother/sister knocks on your door to come
tell you dinners ready. You don’t answer, so he/she walks in.
All he/she sees is you laying on your bed, so he/she thinks
you’re asleep. He/She tells your mom this. Your mom goes to
your room to wake you up. She notices something is odd. She grabs
the paper in your hand and reads it. Sobbing, she tries to wake you
up. She’s screaming your name. Your brother/sister, so
confused, runs to go tell Dad that “Mommy is crying and
sissy/brother won’t wake up.” Your dad runs to your
room. He looks at your mom, crying, holding the letter to her
chest, sitting next to your lifeless body. It hits him,
what’s going on, and he screams. He screams and throws
something at the wall. And then, falling to his knees, he starts to
cry. Your mom crawls over to him, and they sit there, holding each
other, crying. The next day at school, there’s an
announcement. The principal tells everyone about your suicide. It
takes a few seconds for it to sink in, and once it does, everyone
goes silent. Everyone blames themselves. Your teachers think they
were too hard on you. Those mean popular girls, they think of all
the things they’ve said to you. That boy that used to tease
you and call you names, he can’t help but hate himself for
never telling you how beautiful you really are. Your ex boyfriend,
the one that you told everything to, that broke up with you.. He
can’t handle it. He breaks down and starts crying, and runs
out of the school. Your friends? They’re sobbing too,
wondering how they could never see that anything was wrong, wishing
they could have helped you before it was too late. And your best
friend? She’s in shock. She can’t believe it. She knew
what you were going through, but she never thought it would get
that bad… Bad enough for you to end it. She can’t cry,
she can’t feel anything. She stands up, walks out of the
classroom, and just sinks to the floor. Shaking, screaming, but no
tears coming out. It’s a few days later, at your funeral. The
whole town came. Everyone knew you, that girl/boy with the bright
smile and bubbly personality. The one that was always there for
them, the shoulder to cry on. Lots of people talk about all the
good memories they had with you, there were a lot. Everyone’s
crying, your little brother/sister still doesn’t know you
killed yourself, he’s/she`s too young. Your parents just said
you died. It hurts him/her, a lot. You were his/her big
sister/brother, you were supposed to always be there for him/her.
Your best friend, she stays strong through the entire service, but
as soon as they start lowering your casket into the ground, she
just loses it. She cries and cries and doesn’t stop for days.
It’s two years later. The whole school talks to a
counselor/therapist at least once a week. Your teachers all quit
their job. Those mean girls have eating disorders now. That boy
that used to tease you cuts himself. Your ex boyfriend
doesn’t know how to love anymore and just sleeps around with
girls. Your friends all go into depression. Your best friend? She
tried to kill herself. She didn’t succeed like you did, but
she tried…your brother/sister? He/She finally found out the
truth about your death. He/She self harms, he/she cries at night,
he/she does exactly what you did for years leading up to your
suicide. Your parents? Their marriage fell apart. Your dad became a
workaholic to distract himself from your death. Your mom got
diagnosed with depression and just lays in bed all day. People
care. You may not think so, but they do. Your choices don’t
just effect you. They effect everyone. Don’t end your life,
you have so much to live for. Things can’t get better if you
give up. I’m here for absolutely anyone that needs to talk,
no matter who you are. Even if we’ve NEVER talked before,
i’m here for you. Think Twice ♥