You're walking home after school bit you take a wrong turn. Or, maybe it wasn't a wrong turn. You meant to take that turn. The turn to the tallest building in town. Everything you've been through. You've been through so much. Alone. Standing at the edge of the building. It's time. Getting ready to jump is the hardest part. How did it all come to this? Since the very first day of school. When that group of girls bullied you for you clothes. When that kid pushed you into the lockers. When the teacher gave you that horrible grade. You feel the wind blow through your hair and cloths. You feel the last second of life when you hit the ground. Gone. Everyone rushes too see who it is. That group of girls see you. You're wearing the same clothes you were wearing when they made fun of you. You're parents come rushing when they're taking you to the hospital. The cops check the top of the building. What do they find? A page of your diary. The page you wrote before you died. The last thing it said "They told me I shouldn't. But I will. I did."
You're parents standing in the ambulance with you. They see scars on your wrist. All the memories flooding back. You're dad always called you his little warrior. But now you're his warrior who's lost the battle. Months later and the whole state's heard about it. That group of girls aren't friends anymore. The kid who pushed you into the lockers moved schools. You're parents are in a depression. The people who didn't know your name and didn't help you when you needed it think about you everyday. Your school has gotten rid of your desk. The roof of the building you jumped off of is off limits. 4 years later and nothings changed. Remember when you told people to stay strong. When you told them that it could always be worse. If only you listened to your own advice.
They told you you shouldn't. But you did.
A few months later and it's your birthday. Except theres no party. Theres so singing. Theres crying. Everyone misses you. You're parents had a baby. A little brother he doesn't know he has -had- a sister. Until he saw the photos. Your school photo. The photo taken on the day you died. When he hears what happened, he becomes very protective when someone talks about you. Your'e gone. But your story has a happy ending. It was all a dream. You're not suicidal, and you don't cut. You don't get bullied, and you're as strong as ever. You're friends tell you they love you. And whenever you pass the building in your dream, you go up to the top and write that days events. You wrote about your dream, and you read it everyday. It teaches you to be strong.
They told you you shouldn't, so you didn't.
