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.