Your mom calls your name a few times once she enters the house but all she gets is silence in reply. Dropping her car keys on the table she takes her shoes off and places them in the hall closet.
Your mom figures you're taking a nap so she heads upstairs into her room. She changes into some pajamas and walks to your room, but the door is closed. She knocks and calls your name. She knows you're home cause you couldn't take her car anywhere.
Slowly, she opens the door and peaks in. The sight she sees makes her breathe stop, and she screams, a bloodcurdling sound. She takes in the room and the sight of your limp body, your face blue, your eyes bulging out, bloodshot. She stares at your lifeless eyes, frozen on the spot.
Shaking her head, she walks over to the desk, where she sees a paper that says Mom, I'm sorry. Opening the folded paper she reads silently what you have written.
Mom, I'm dearly sorry for this. I couldn't stand the life I have here, I've lost my friends, they believe everything my ex said. My ex ruined me, Mom. My ex took my money, my reputation, my innocence. I can't believe I fell for the love they made me feel. I know Dad hates me, he has for quite some time. I can't stand this life, stuck in time, never moving forward. I'm depressed and as I write this, I'm holding back tears. I feel as if I'm in a black abyss, I can't climb my way out. There is no sunshine in my life, no matter how many see through smiles I plaster on or any fake laughs I make. I say I'm fine Mom, whenever you ask. But doesn't everyone knows when you say you're fine, you're practically dying on the inside? Well now I let the inside come out, my depression has overtaken my mind, my thoughts, my soul, and now my body. I love you Mom.
Your mom finishes reading and begins crying, sinking to her knees on the floor. The paper falls from her hands falling on the backside. She holds her head in her hands, crying chest wracking sobs.
As she's crying she doesn't read what's on the back. It reads, Tell Dad I love him. Have my siblings live a better life for me Mom.
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My Collection of Short Stories and Poetry
ContoJust a collection of short stories and poems I write and have written before.