Her Last Words

Chapter three

(Picture of Angel)
January 9, 2015
"Did you guys win?!" Angel asked as Emily got off the bus.

"No! The fucking ref called false calls. In the third round we were tie and we knocked it right inside the line but he called it out so it was 13-14 and then it hit the ceiling and hit it over but it was out and they called it in so they won." Emily almost yelled. She looked over Angels shoulders and saw the volleyball team chattering loudly and she already knew it was about the game last night. They played well...really well actually. They blocked every spike and made a few if their own.

"It doesn't help that we have another game tonight." Emily continued. She turned around and headed up the stairs and went to her locker when the bell rang. Emily clicked on her phone and went to IFunny, a comedy app. Emily went to her profile to discover her 190 notifications.

"New subscriber, like, like, repub, like, new subscriber..." Emily went through her notifications. Then she got to the comments. "Kill yourself, Fag, Cunt, Broadcast your suicide, drink bleach, I'll rape you m8...." Emily teared up and threw her things in her locker and slammed it. The rest of the day Emily was upset due to the comments that were left on her profile.

"Emily talk to meeee." Quincey stretched trying to make Emily feel happy. The bell rang signaling for everyone to go the fuck home.

That night Emily did horrible at their game against South. When Emily got home. she went on IFumny and posted a pic she made. It said April 3, 2015. That's the day Emily would kill herself. She decided to stick to that. She want over to her brown butterfly jewelry box and took out her razor. Emily made 3 beautiful lines on her left and right arm.
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The next day was a Saturday full of nothing to do. Emily typed:
I HATE....
My hair
My eyes
My voice
My lips
My nose
My body
My ears
Me

REASONS TO LIVE
1. High school
2. DC trip
3. Whole life ahead of you
4. If you die then the haters won
5. No more volleyball

REASONS NOT TO LIVE
1. People won't miss you
2. Save yourself and die young
3. The school will have a party
4. You already got a plan
5. No one except Derek is expecting you to die
6. Demons die too
7. Outta peoples way
8. Dead girl
9. Don't have to deal with life's challenges anymore
10. There's more reasons to die than to live
11. Did i mention that no one would miss you?
12. Life isn't for me
13. Dead people are forgotten easily
14. I get to be alone for eternity

IM.....
Suicidal
Emo
Worthless
A fag
Useless
No good
Stupid
Ugly
An Attention seeker
Boring
Unattractive
Made up of flaws and nothing else

Even though it was just a stupid comment, Emily took it super personally. There were other things going on inside also that she couldn't explain. Self hatred was one. Buzzz! Emily's phoned vibrated. She looked at the screen. It was Derek, a really good friends who was like her brother.
Hey sis r u alright?
Ya why?
I saw ur pic u posted what's the date for
Nothing just my birthday
U sure
Ya I'm sure
Ok

Emily wanted people to notice and care but she didn't want to tell anyone straight up either. Not yet. Riiinnnngggg

"Hello?" Emily answered.

"Hey you ok?" Quincey's voice was at the other end.

"Ya why?" Emily asked sniffing a little.

"You stormed out of South in tears." he confirmed.

"Just.....things have been going on."

"Oh....alright well if you need to talk I'm here ok?

"Ok thank you." Emily hung up and continued to put papers together. Emily took another piece of paper out and wrote down all the names that she needed to include in her suicide note.