Want to kill yourself? Imagine this…you come home from school one day. You’ve had yet another horrible day. You’re ready to give up. So you go to your room, close the door, and take out that suicide note you’ve written and rewritten time and time again. You take out your blades, you cut one last time. You grab the bottle of pills and take them all. Laying down, holding the letter you close your eyes for the very last time. A few hours later your little brother knocks on your door to tell you dinners ready. You don’t answer, so he walks in. He thinks you’re asleep. He tells your mom this. She goes to wake you up. She notices someting odd. She grabs the paper and reads it. Sobbing. Trying to wake you up, she’s screaming your name. Your brother so confused runs and tells your dad that “Mommy is crying and sissy won’t wake up.” He 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 and then falling to his knees starts to cry. Your mom crawls over to him, 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 to sink in, once it does everyone goes silent. Everyone blames themselves. Your teachers think they were too hard on you. Those mean girls think of everything they said to you. That boy that used to tease you and call you names, can’t help but hate him self for never telling you how beautiful you really are. Your ex boyfriend, the one you used to tell everything to, that broke up with you, can’t handle it. He breaks down crying and runs out of the school. Your friends? They’re sobbing too, wondering how they could never see anything was wrong, wishing they could of helped you. 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 was this bad…bad enough for you to end it. She can’t cry, she can’t feel anything. She stads up, walks out and ust sinks to the floor, screaming. It’s a few days later at your funeral. The whole school came, they all knew you as the girl with the brightest smile and the 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 stays strong through the entire service, but as your casket is lowered into the grond she looses it. She cries and cries and doesn’t stop for days. It’s two years later. The whole school talks to a counsellor at least once a week. Your teachers all quit their job. Those mean girls have eating disorders now. The boy that used to tease you cuts himself. Your ex boyfriend doesn’t know how to love anymore and just sleeps around. Your friends all slip into depression. Your best friend? She tried to kill herself. She didn’t succeed like you..but she tried. Your brother? He found out you killed yourself. He self harms. He creis himself to sleep, following the same road you did 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 spends her days in bed. People care. You may not think, 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.
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