My life means nothing, hope is dead, and today I'm going to take my last breath.
Let me rewind a little bit,
My name is Opal Weiks, and I'm going to recount to you the story of my life.. well actually the story of my death.
Before that let me tell you a little more about myself, I am a student at **** Highschool, I love art and nature, I am 16 years old and a month ago I decided I was going to die.
I made the perfect plan, and decided that my last month was going to be exactly how I want it to be. I was going to live to my fullest and go without any regrets.
I also thought about how I wanted to go, and I decided I would die in the place I loved most.. nature. So I chose my favorite bridge, I always loved it because it gave such a beautiful view of the river underneath. It was my favorite hangout spot as a kid, I used to go there with my friends. It's kind of poetic huh? Taking the place of such fond childhood memories and dying there.
I hid a little letter on the bridge, but you probably already know that.
In this letter I wrote about everything that led up to this, and about everybody that was involved with my death.
YOU ARE READING
The story of my Death
General FictionThis is the life Story of Opal Weiks or actually the Story of her Death. Follow along her story to see why her life ended that way...
