▲Feeling Suicidal?▲ 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/brudder 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/girlfriend, the one that you told
everything to, that broke up with you... He/She can't handle it.
He/She 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/He's in shock.
She/He can't believe it. She/He knew what you were going through,
but she/he never thought it would get that bad... Bad enough for
you to end it. She/He can't cry, she/he can't feel anything. She/He
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 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/brother, you were
supposed to always be there for him. Your best friend, she/he stays
strong through the entire service, but as soon as they start
lowering your casket into the ground, she/he just loses it. She/He
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/girlfriend doesn't know how to love anymore and
just sleeps around with girls/boys. Your friends all go into
depression. Your best friend? She/He tried to kill herself/himself.
She/He didn't succeed like you did, but she/he 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. Please don't kill yourself, you mean more than what you
think