Niya POV
Can we go home .She wasn't feeling school as much right now .She was tired mentally tired .She knew she wanted to see her sister.She also knew that she wanted to stay with Dezmon.She just feels like a failure.
"Sure are you okay?"asked Dezmon
"Yes I'm fine I just don't want to be here anymore." She said
With an understanding Dezmon grabs her bag and put it in the car.
Once they arrive home she goes to the bedroom .Dezmon walks up stairs behind her.
"Hey do you want something to eat ?"he asked with a smile
"Sure it doesn't matter what it is just grab me something."she said
Dezmon couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong .
He hurried back home with Niya's food.He called out for Niya but didn't here anything
He found her in the bathroom foam at the mouth . Dezmon's world shattered in that moment. The bathroom tile felt cold against his knees as he realized Niya was gone. The 911 dispatcher's voice seemed distant, a muffled echo against the deafening silence of the room.
As the paramedics worked and then solemnly confirmed her passing, Dezmon's mind raced back to the morning, to her tired eyes, to the subtle signs he now realized he'd missed. The weight of guilt and grief pressed down on him, making each breath a struggle.
He watched numbly as they carefully placed her body on the stretcher, covering her with a white sheet. The once-vibrant Niya was now just a silent form, her dreams and struggles ending in this sterile, heartbreaking moment.
Beside him, a crumpled note caught his eye - her final message to the world, to him. With trembling hands, he reached for the paper, knowing the words would forever change his life.
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Dezmon unfolded the crumpled note, his heart heavy with dread. As he read Niya's words, he felt the depth of her pain and the profound sense of loss she carried.
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Dear Dezmon,
I'm sorry for leaving you this way. The truth is, I've been struggling for a long time, and I just can't find my way out of this darkness. Losing my sister was more than I could bear. She was my anchor, and without her, I've felt adrift, lost in a sea of sadness.
You have been my rock, my comfort in this storm, and I wish I could have been stronger for you. Please know that this isn't your fault. You've done everything you could to make me feel loved and understood.
I hope you can forgive me and remember the good times we shared. Take care of yourself, Dezmon. You deserve all the happiness in the world.
With all my love,
Niya
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As Dezmon finished reading, tears streamed down his face. The weight of Niya's words settled heavily in his heart. He realized how deeply she had been hurting, how much she had hidden behind her brave smiles.
In that moment of overwhelming grief, Dezmon made a silent vow to honor Niya's memory by speaking openly about mental health struggles and supporting others who might be suffering in silence. It was a small step toward healing and ensuring that Niya's story would help others find hope and understanding.
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Sane
No FicciónShe's the one that keeps me sane you know ?Its like she's the air and I need that shit to breathe !To loose it all and just to have it back together i need that.
