You’re sitting on your bed with your bedroom door locked; your eyes full of tears, with a pen, a piece of paper, and a gun by your side. You think to yourself, “I’m so done; I can’t do this anymore…” Your best friend just left you; completely stoppedtalking to you. You’re slowly losing everyone else too. Your ex-girlfriend went around and told every single one of your friends a lie, a lie that they believed all because she was jealous that you were dating someone new; someone that made you happier than she ever did. You have no one left. Your girlfriend now doesn’t even say anything to you. Your sisters are afraid of you because of your violent breakdowns you’ve recently been having. Your parents could care less. You’ve had enough. You were giving in to all the pain and stress… You reach over slowly and grab the pen and paper. You write to your family and friends. Everyone you loved, even if they didn’t love you back. You apologized to your sisters for not being able to be there for them anymore and protect them from abusive parents. You apologize to your best friend who just left you; saying that you’re sorry that you weren’t what he wanted as a friend. You apologize to all of your other friends, saying you’re sorry that you weren’t enough for them and that you’re sorry for any mistake you’ve ever made. You apologize to your dad for not being the son he wanted. You apologize to your mom for the same thing. At the end of the note, you sign it with your name, and put; “P.S. Sorry for the mess,” at the very bottom of the page. Then, you lay the note back down on your bed. You take a deep breath and take that blade.You drag it slowly across your wrist, watching the blood pour out. Your tears are falling like Niagara Falls by this point. You slowly reach over and pick up the gun with a shaky hand. You stand up; position the gun on your temple. You then close your eyes, take a deep breath, and pull the trigger. Then, all is black. You’re gone. Everything is over. Your 17 years of living are over. Your mom jumps from the couch in the living room downstairs and runs upstairs to your room. She tries to open the locked door to no avail. She calls for your father, and he comes running up to her. He’s much stronger, so he is able to push open the dooroff of its hinges. Your mom immediately screams at the top of her lungs. She runs over to your limp body, crying hysterically and staring into your lifeless brown eyes. Your dad runs back downstairs and grabs the first cell phone he sees and dials 911. He can barely mouth the words, “My son committed suicide,” to the operator. Your sisters come inside from playing outside in the backyard and run upstairs to their older brother’s bedroom. Your youngest sister screams and burst into tears, running to your side, shaking you and telling you to wake up. Your older, younger sister passes out. You were their role model. They looked up to you. But, you’re gone. Finally, the cops show up. They move your sister out of your room, and force your other sister and your mother to leave the room. They lay your body on the stretcher and run out of the house. Finally, your entirefamily is sitting in the living room, staring at nothing, with tears in their eyes. Your dad wonders to himself if he should have beaten you all those times; he knew he shouldn’t have. You thought he’d be glad you were gone; that he’d be happy he didn’thave to deal with you anymore. Wrong. Your mom wonders if she was too hard on you about your grades, or your room being clean, or getting in trouble too often at school. You thought she’d be glad she’d didn’t have to stress over you anymore. Wrong again. Your sisters sit there in silence, asking themselves, was there anything they could’ve done to help you? You were there when they needed you, but they weren’t there when you needed them. You thought they hated you because when you’d get drunk, you’d be violent towards them and hurt them. You thought they’d be relieved that they wouldn’t have to be hurt anymore. Wrong, once again. Your family needed you. They loved you. They cared about you. But, you’re gone. That Monday at school, the principal talked about your passing on the announcements. He said, “It seems we’ve lost one of our students to suicide.” Then, he took a deep, shaky breath, and said your name. Your girlfriend’s eyes widen when she hears yourname. She’d been trying to get ahold of you all weekend to, obviously, no avail. She burst into tears and ran out of the classroom and into the bathroom where shesat there, crying, until someone called her parents to come get her. Your friends sat there in silence, empty silence. They knew they were part of why you left. It was now that they noticed the empty feeling withoutyou there. They knew they’d never hear your laugh again. They knew they’d never see your smile again. They knew they’d never see your beautiful chocolate eyes look at them again. The entire school is feeling the emptiness now. They were all so used to having you around. Your ex-girlfriend went home soon after your girlfriend did. She knows she caused the whole thing. She knows she shouldn’t have done what she did. But, it’s too late. You’re gone. Two months have passed; your parents have cleaned off the blood from the walls and carpet of your room. The note you wrote was read for the first time at your funeral, which everyone attended, even theteachers that were oh so hard on you, your ex-girlfriend even came. All of your friends, your girlfriend, your entire family; they all came. Everyone needed you. Everyone loved you. Everyone cared about you. But, you’re gone. Your girlfriend cuts herself now and cries herself to sleep every night, knowing she’s never going to be able to snuggle up next toyou and fall asleep again. Your best friend has tried suicide twice since you left. Your entire school is being put in therapy for losing someone so dear to their hearts that they took advantage of them without knowing it. Your pain is gone, just like you planned; but you passed the pain onto everyone who cared about you. You were needed. You were loved. You were cared about. But, you’re gone. Everything is over. For you.
Posted on: Fri, 02 Aug 2013 11:51:15 +0000
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