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 al
l. 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.
Its a bad day/month/year not a bad life