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♔ I : I'm Done

Dear Diary,

I don't know what to feel anymore. I don't know what to think, do or say. I cry myself to sleep every night. Why? Because I get no love. I don't even know whether or not that word exists.

Today might be my last time crying. Something better is going to happen... I'm going to kill myself.

I woke up this morning to an empty house. Linda wasn't even there. It was empty she left a note on my bed saying "Good luck living by yourself."

I'm done . .

xoxo,

Jordin Serenity Glaze

♥

I placed the small notebook in its case and placed it in my pocket blinking slowly against the light that shined over me. The sun. The headache I was enduring last night was still aching me even worse.

There was a lot of reasons why a person wants to live. . . And there's a lot of reasons why they would want to die. And I want to die because . . . I don't want to live.

Plenty of girls run around holding their parents hands. But the only thing I was holding this morning was my dads gun.

I played with it, spinning it around on the floor of my bedroom. How does it feel like to pull the trigger and blow your head off? I've seen it in a lot of movies. It sure does look funny. The guy starts crying and then BOOM! They're gone.

It's funny how they cry because they're killing theirselves. I mean, why cry? You made the decision yourself. No one's forcing you to do it.

Well, probably not physically but emotionally. That, I agree on. Many times in life, people tear your walls down and leave you to mass destruction. They leave you lost.

I might look small to the average human eye but I've got the biggest brain ever. My Dad taught me everything I needed to know before he left. He said I was going to need it later on. All my knowledge fits in there perfectly.

I scrambled up to my feet with all the energy I had left. . . Which was none.

I fell back on my sides and screamed.

* Knock ! Knock ! *

I stared at my bedroom door and froze where I was on the floor. Who in the world would that be? I could've sworn I was home alone.

* Knock ! Knock ! *

"I know you're in there." A familiar voice said. I already knew who it was.

Brandon; Linda's boyfriend.

I heard him picking the lock and I knew then that I needed to hide. I quickly looked around for a hide-out.

The bed.

I crawled under it just before he unlocked the door.

"Serenity." he called. "Don't be afraid; I wouldn't hurt a fly."

I held my breath as I watched his feet walk around in the room.

The lies people told; he would hurt everything but a fly if he could even catch one.

I backed up under the bed as he inched closer and closer to it. . . until he stopped right next to the gun.

Brandon kicked the bed with his foot and picked up the gun.

"I wonder who this belongs to. ." he said. "Major Glaze? Isn't that your father?"

He read the engraved name. That probably was the only reason why he was able to know.