Saving Hope

Chapter Three

(WARNING!!! GRAB SOME TISSUES PLAY NOT ABOUT ANGELS AND SKINNY LOVE BY BIRDY AND THEN PLAY SOMETIME AROUND MIDNIGHT BY AIRBORNE TOXIC EVENT TO GET IN THAT WONDERFUL DEPRESSING MOOD. Tbh I almost did cry a little writing this first part so just watch out, I tried to be very sad. Keep reading and don't forget to comment and vote!)

Hope -

Dear family,

A strong lady once told me to never give up. She had been my inspiration to be myself because she said I was perfect. But then she vanished, she had left without goodbye. She took my strength with her. I am defenseless and  carrying the pain of a thousand sorrowful seconds. One more second, one more word, one more breath with her and I'd be at peace. 

But you don't always get what you want. So this is my goodbye. I am not strong, I've dealt with the pain of people not caring. Well why stay alive if you'll be ignored? They don't care anyways so why waste space? To the family who has the potential to be perfect, here's your chance. Let me be free, don't try to stop me, don't save me. We all know I was bringing you down because I'm stuck in the past. So goodbye, it's been a nice fifteen years, it's a shame the fun had to end.

I wish you luck with your lives, too bad I won't be here to see you succeed. Goodbye.

I put my pen down, folding the letter in half. I put it on the dining room table, resting the black pen next to it. I stared at it for a while, completely alone. No one is here to stop me, it's the perfect opening. They will be home in around thirty minutes, just enough time. They can't stop me, and I intend to take full advantage of that. 

"Goodbye," I breathed sharing one last glace with the letter before walking up the stairs. My last day in this house, the last time I'll walk up these stairs. I take my time, taking everything in. I inhaled the homey smell walking to my dark room. These are my last minutes on Earth, and they will be spent alone. I changed into a plain black dress, this is what I'll wear for my last day. This is the last outfit I bought with my mom, and I need her to lend me strength to let me join her. I slipped on clean, matching white socks. Lacing up my black converse with shaky fingers. I am exposed, I will die with them finally finding out what I've been hiding for two years, even when she was still alive. I walk to my closet pulling out the rope I've hidden away. It was laced into the perfect noose, for the perfect death. I look at the scratchy nylon polyester. This is my ticket to freedom. I make my way over to the window. I stand on the window ledge, loping and knotting the rope around the sturdy pole above my window holding my curtains. I yank on the rope making sure it'll hope my weight. Once I'm sure it'll hold all sixty seven pounds of me I wrap the noose around my neck. I adjust it liked you'd do with a tie. 

"Goodbye life, I'm sorry this didn't work out," I said taking a step of the window ledge.

Goodbye cruel world.

"HOPE STOP!" Everyone shouted breaking into my room. My air supplies was cut off so I couldn't respond. Dad held me, cutting loosing the noose around my neck. I was limp, I could do nothing. He clutched me to him, tears flowing down his cheeks. Everyone stood there awkwardly watching me. 

"Dad are-" Faith started to ask Dad resting a supportive hand on his shoulder.

"Get out now!" He yelled cutting her off. She pulled back in shock and hurt. "Take the children and leave!"

Charlie wrapped a arm around Faith's shoulders taking Teddy and Grace with them as they left.

"Hope," he whispered stroking my hair. "Please don't leave me. You're one of the last things I have of her."