A girl sit’s alone in her room with a blade in her hand.
Wishing she had the strength to actually do it.
She tells herself it will only hurt for a little while, as she drags the blade over her wrist.
Blood trickles down her arm and she smiles.
Hugging her legs close to her chest she watches as her life slowly leaves her.
She feels the cold grip of death grab her.
Silently slipping away...
Her mother calls for dinner, and goes to get her.
She found her daughter huddled up in the corner of her room.
A blade sits on the floor and her clothes are blood stained.
The mother screams and rushes to her side...
The little sister hears her mom scream and rushes to her.
She didn’t understand what was going on.
She grabbed her sisters hand and squeezed it.
Yelling for her to wake up...
Her dad soon joins them in her room.
Seeing her lifeless body on the floor.
Her screaming mother, and her shattered little sister.
He drops to his knees and blames himself for what happened....
Three hours later, the older sister gets home.
Ambulance and police are outside her house, and she becomes frightened.
A body is being carried out of the house.
She runs to her and breaks down in tears, screaming...
Next day at school, the intercom comes on and announces the funeral.
Her friends cry as they realize she actually did it.
They blame there selves for what she did.
Wishing they could help her...
That day, as the older sister goes trough her sisters room she finds the note.
She sits on her bed and reads it.
Tears rush from her eyes once again.
As it reads:
If you found this letter, it means I’m no longer alive. I couldn’t take it anymore. The lies, the pain, the fear. Night after night I wished I had the strength to actually do it, and now I have. I want you to know it was none of your faults. I just couldn’t take living with what happened...
The letter stopped.
Consumed with blood.
...Suicide is never a thing to play
with. It hurts everyone around you. I should know. This has
happened to me...
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