I stormed off to my room and slammed the door shut. Once again, my parents took my phone away saying that I wasn't responsible enough to have it.
That's the stupidest reason to take away a phone! I thought to myself.
I was flaring with anger. Why did this always happen? I do nothing wrong and I'm punished for it.
I turned to my desk. It had a bunch of papers, books, and other things on it. I read a note.
DO YOUR HOMEWORK
-LOVE, MOM
I shoved everything off the desk and screamed in anger. I shattered my mirror in the process. I watched as it fell to the floor, the pieces shattered everywhere.
I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. By the loud booming, I could tell they were my dad's.
Panic surged through my body. I would be in deep trouble for making so much noise. And my dad was more strict than my mom and always made the punishments worse than they already were.
I turned to my window and quickly ran to it, but I didn't make it in time. The door opened and I sighed, slowly turning to look at my dad.
Horror was stained on his face. He refused to move, say, or do anything.
I had never acted like this before, so seeing something broken in my room was a complete shock to him.
"Kara! What have you done!" His voice almost shook the house.
"I'm sorry, I just got angry and-"
My dad cut me off, "Pick up this mess. You're grounded for a year, you won't get your phone back untill you're eighteen, and you have to keep the house spotless or no dessert for 2 months!"
My jaw dropped, "W-What! You can't do that!"
"I can, and I will."
"But I just broke a mirror!" I protested.
"And scattered stuff all over the floor!"
My dad's eyes scanned the floor or papers, and his gaze landed on my Math test.
Nonononono! Why did he have to see it! Why did I scatter my papers everywhere!
He knelt downa and picked the paper up. His eyes darkened and he gave me an ice cold glare, "You got and F."
I had no words. My legs were shaking so much I thought I would fall.
He sighed and rubbed his temple. He shook his head disaprovingly, "Me and your mother will discuss this tonight. But I am adding another year to you being grounded."
I clenched my fists and dug my nails into my palm. Anger flared in my eyes but I refused to show it.
My dad sighed and walked out of my room, but before he closed the door he said, "And clean up this glass, will you?"
He shut the door and left.
I ran over to my bed and screamed at the top of my lungs into the pillows. How could he do this to me! I was already suffering, I didn't need more.
I looked back at the broken shards on the ground. I sighed and slid off my bed. I grabbed the broom and dust pan. Slowly, I started cleaning up the mirror pieces, when an idea struck me. I don't know where it came from or why, but it was perfect. It would end my suffering.
I looked at the remains of the mirror and picked up the biggest piece, making sure it was sharp as well.
I took deep breaths, not sure if I would be able to actually go through with this. I stopped for a moment. Sure my parents were awful, but I couldn't leave this world without saying goodbye to them. I grabbed a pencil and paper and I started to write:
Mom and dad, I'm sorry you had to find out this way and I'm sorry. But this is all your fault. You made me do this. You made my life hell and I couldn't bear it anymore. Your punishments were always too severe and I don't think it was fair. Today was the last straw for me. I know you'll probably hate me for doing this, but ever since the idea came into my head, I can't stop thinking about it. I have to do this. I feel like it's the only way I'll ever be free. I love you both. I know you don't feel the same way, but I still wanted to say it. Goodbye.
I took a deep breath. Here goes nothing. I picked up the mirror shard and held it tightly with two hands. I slowly brought it to my neck. I closed my eyes. Maybe this would stop the pain from hurting so much?
Without hesitation, I stabbed the shard into my neck. My eyes jolted open in shock and pain. I dug the shard in deeper before I started regretting my decision. Tears formed in my eyes. I tried to scream but I couldn't. I kept pushing the shard in. It was like an invisible force was telling me to.
A crimson red liquid coated my hands and neck. I choked and gagged and quickly let go of the mirror shard. But it was too late. I felt weak, really weak. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and my body slumped in my chair.
The last thing I thought was, maybe suicide isn't so bad.
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Acts Of Suicide
HorrorThese are short stories of people who have committed suicide for the most understandable, and weirdest reasons. Disclaimer: These are not true stories, I have made these up with my own imagination. Any of these stories that resembles a true story is...