Wanna kill yourself? Imagine this.
You come home from school one day. Youâve had yet another horrible day. Youâre just ready to give-up. So you go to your room, you close the door, and take out that suicide note youâve written and rewritten over and over. You take out all those razor blades and cut for the very last time. You grab the bottle of pills and you 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 the door to tell you that dinners ready. You donât answer, so he walks in. All he sees is you laying on the bed, so he thinks youâre sleeping. He tells your mom this. Your mom goes into your room to wake you up. She notices something odd. She grabs the paper in your hand and reads it. Sobbing, she tries to wake you up. Sheâs screaming your name. Your brother, confused, runs to your daddy and tells him, âMommy is crying and sissy wonât wake up.â 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, whats going on. He screams. He screams and throws something at the wall. And then, falling to his knees, he starts to cry. Your mother crawls next to him, and they just sit there, holding each other, crying. The next day at school, the principle makes an announcement of your death. It takes a few seconds to sink in, and once it does, the whole school goes quiet. Everyone blames themselves. The teachers think they were too hard on you, those mean popular girls think of all the mean things they said to you. That boy that use to tease you and call you names, he canât help but to hate himself for never telling you how beautiful you really are. Your ex boyfriend, the on that you told everything to, that broke up with you, he canât handle it. He breaks down and starts crying, and runs out of the school. Your friends? Theyâre sobbing to, wondering how could they not have seen it. Wishing they couldâve helped you before it was too late. And your best friend? Sheâs in shock. She knew what you were going through but she never knew it was that bad, bad enough to make you end it. She canât cry, she canât feel anything. She stands up, and walks out of the classroom, and just sinks to the floors. Shaking, screaming but no tears coming out. Itâs a few days later, 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 the good memories they had with you, thereâs a lot. Everyoneâs crying. Your little brother still doesnât know you killed yourself. Heâs too young. Your parents just told him that you passed away. It hurts him, a lot. You were his big sister, and you were always suppose to be there for him. Your best friend, stays strong through the service until the lift your casket in the ground then she looses it. She cries and cries and cries and doesnât stop for days. Itâs two years later. The whole school talks to a counselor at least once a week. Your teachers quit there jobs. Those mean girls have eating disorders now. That boy that use to tease you, cuts himself for punishment. Your ex boyfriend doesnât know how to love anymore. Your friends all go into depression. Your best friend? She tried to kill herself, but she didnât succeed like you did. but she tried. Your brother? He finally found out the truth about your death. He self harms, he cries himself to sleep 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 gets diagnosed with depression and just lays in bed all day. People care. You may not think so, but they do. Your choices just donât effect you. They effect everyone. Donât end your life, you have so much to live for. Things canât get better if you give up. Iâm here for absolutely anyone that needs someone to talk to, no matter who you are. Even if weâve never talked before, Im here for you.
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