Escape

Your dead. Your gone. You ended your life. You don't have to live in pain anymore. But everyone else will. What about your little brother or little sister? What are they gonna do?

Just imagine, your parents are home now back from work, calling  your name like they normally do everyday. They notice something is different. You don't answer, they worry. You always answer. Your mom walks upstairs thinking your asleep or in the shower or something else. Your mom opens your bedroom door and screams at the top of her lungs. She instantly passes out. Your little sister comes running after her, wondering why her mother had screamed.

She sees her mother on the ground and shouts "Daddy help!"

She runs over to you hitting your leg begging you to wake up with tears in her eyes,"Wake up please. Wake up. Stop just wake up!"

But you don't answer. You don't wake up. You're gone. You're dead. There is no waking up. There is no coming back! 

Your dad comes running upstairs. The only thing he can do is stare at his baby girl swing back and forth on a rope hanging from the fan.

He stares at the video camera instead of a paper and pen on the chair. That camera holds the words you murmured before you killed yourself,telling your parents to not blame there selves. Your dad doesn't move. He is as stiff as a board. He cries. Your dad never cries! He picks up the phone and calls '911'.

He can barely get the words out,"My daughter committed suicide," out of his mouth because it's so hard to believe. 

He is in tears. As soon as your dad hangs up, your little sister runs into his arms. They both cry harder than ever, She is too young to understand completely, but she knows that you're gone. She knows you're dead and you are never coming back.

Everything is over, 

The cops finally arrive and take your mother out of your room. They push your sister and dad out, too. Now they are sitting in the living room. The cops take your dead body off the ropes. They put you on the stretcher and cover your body with a white cloth. And off you go. Just like that. Just in the blink of an eye everything happened.

You're gone. Your dead. Now, there is no going back! Nothing is the same.

Two weeks have passed and your mom is still stares out the window for half of the day, sometimes even almost for the whole day. Your little sister hasn't even returned to school.

Your dad was forced to go to work to pay for the bills for your funeral. They finally built up the strength to open the door to your room. It hasn't been opened for months. The rope is still laying on the floor the same place, the cops put it. The video camera holds the speech you made before ending your life. They don't even dare to watch that video. They only pick up the ropes and throw it in the garbage. 

Chills run up their spines. Your mom in basically in tears. Your bed was unmade and your desk was empty. It didn't have the sticky notes that you left before running to the bus stop that said "Remember to smile Mom." or "Have fun at work dad!" You left these notes because you pretended to be happy.

Your bed was made and room was clean. They shut the door and it remained shut.

Your school was still left at shock at what had happened. You thought no one cared. You thought no one noticed you.

Remember that girl that said 'no' to being your lab partner? Yeah, she cuts every night now because she thinks it's all her fault that you died.

Remember that boy that tripped you on accident, looked at you, and didn't say sorry? He is in suicidal therapy, five days a week, because he thinks a smile could of saved your life and he didn't give that to you.

Remember that teacher that was always mean to you? She quit her job.

You just ended your life because your crush didn't like you back or just saw you as a friend?

You just ended your life because you were tired of school and  stressesd about your grades? 

Four years have passed now. Your sister is fifteen and she started a club in school dedicated to you. "Secrets" is what she calls it. The club is about kids who want to talk with getting judged. They can talk about anything. They can talk their hearts out. It's all to make them feel better. If they felt like ending their lifes they had someone to talk to.

That was your problem. You didn't want to talk. You bottled everything up inside and kept it to yourself. You acted like your life was perfect and that you were the happiest kid. You played that happy role so well, you even believed it, You were happy that whole day. When night came you lay in your bed and the thoughts came back, A simple fight between your parents or with you and your friends set you off. With everything bottled up inside for years, you set your limits.

Your room will never be occupied. Your mom still cries every single night, Your dad isn't as strong as he used to be. Your sister will never grow up with you by her side, leading her in the right direction. She needed you. Your bestfriend is still torn up. He needed you. Your parents don't know what to do. They needed you, You left them. Your school has a club dedicated to you so teens won't make the same mistake you did, Your life was precious but what you did took your life in the blink of an eye. All you needed was a smile. A smile could of showed you that everything was going to be okay!  You're dead. You're gone. There is no turning back. 

Now since your gone, know that people cared. They always did care and they always will care. You were just to upset to see that back then. You were just too caught up in the fact that you thought no one cared. When the truth was, more people cared about you than you ever thought they would. And you know what sucks? What sucks is, you see that when you're gone. And you didn't see that when you were still here. Your town will never be the same. A girl is gone. A special girl. A girl who thought       no one cared, Everyone cared, 

I promise you,they always will care. We loved you and we will always love you.