Alexandria's Story

"Would you die for the right to live?" I did. My name is Alexandria. Alex for short. I had naturally straight midnight black hair that is a little longer than shoulder length. The bang of my hair used to go over my grey right eye completely. i had very pale skin. And on the night of June 1st 1995 I committed suicide, I am now the guardian angel of my old best friends in the entire galaxy beyond the stars and the moon, Eli. He wasn't just my best friend, he was my only friend. He has black slick hair the swoops over his beautiful light blue eyes. He has the most beautiful eyes. We did everything together, he was like the brother i would never have. I might have even have had a crush on him. He was about 5'8 which was 4 inches taller then I. Anyway, back to the night i committed suicide. I was 16, it was my 16th birthday to be specific. Eli was over but he was the only one who remembered my birthday. When we asked to go to the woods behind my house my dreadful mother declined. So me and Eli stayed at my house in my dark black painted and curtained room. As we sat at the top of my bed together he handed me something. It was a notebook. As i opened the leather covered book it was purely drawings of me. He was an amazing artist. I treasured that gift for it was the last thing i ever received and the only thing buried with me at my funeral. Eli is the one thing from Earth that i will ever miss. We fell asleep in my room together with his arm around me but my sleepiness was just a decoy for as soon as i knew Eli was truly sleeping i went to my closet got my Pistol and shot myself in the head. I couln't stand Earth, I couldn't stand my parents, and I just couldn't take life in general. Your probably thinking "oh they just forgot your birthday that's nothing to commit suicide over." But this isn't even a quarter of my life story. I was an orphan to two people who couldn't produce children. I was made fun of all day everyday at school, things saying go kill yourself on my locker and people yelling at me that I'm a waste of life. My adopted parents weren't even nice. They beat me senseless whenever I did anything, even if it was something I couldn't control like my adopted father getting layed off or my adopted mother not being able to afford grocery shopping. That time she made me starve for a week. I just couldn't take it anymore.

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