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 knocks on your
door to come tell you dinners ready. You don’t answer, so he
walks in. All he sees is you laying on your bed, so he thinks
you’re asleep. He 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, so confused, runs to
go tell Dad that “Mommy is crying and sissy 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
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 still doesn’t
know you killed yourself, he’s too young. Your parents just
said you died. It hurts him, a lot. You were his big sister, you
were supposed to always be there for him. 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? He finally found
out the truth about your death. He self harms, he cries at night,
he 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.
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