Paraphrased

A Message From Suicide

A video camera was turned on.

The light blinked red, meaning it started to record.

A girl was sitting in front of it, crying.

There was an indistinguishable sound, somewhere far.

Everything else seemed very familiar.

The girl took out a sketch pad, and showed the camera the sketches she had made.

One of those was a sketch of an image of Death, a skeleton wrapped in black with a gigantic scythe.

She spoke.

"That feeling, when you don't know what to do anymore."

She flipped the page of her sketch pad.

There was a lady smiling in a lonely way, her background was black spotted with red.

She flipped the page again.

There was a drawing of a man attempting suicide with smiles all around his body.

She spoke again.

"This is my story."

She flipped one last time; it was the last page of her sketch pad.

It was her.

She spoke one last time.

"You know who I am. You know what you've done."

"I don't know a thing anymore. I don't want to know anything anymore."

She looked at the camera.

She looked with confidence and fierceness.

She took out a bottle.

She drank it.

She smiled.

"There was never a place for me in this world. No matter where I go, I'm left alone. I was left alone since I could remember. I forgot everything. Then I remembered. They died. Killed, and pressured to kill. Nobody liked me. Not one bit. Nobody dared to like me. Or talk to me. Darkness was the only thing I spoke to. Now I'm to embrace it. Thanks for giving zero fucks, World."

Blood rushed out of her nose, then her mouth, then her eyes.

She didn't move her head.

Her shoulders shook violently.

She choked, coughed, and then hit the camera as she fell.

The camera fell on the floor.

It showed the girl's dead body.

She was still smiling.

Her blood was trickling down the sides of her face and neck.

The camera stopped recording.

The computer processed the video.

The video uploaded.