My brother tiptoed in the room.
" Are you really gone? Can you come back please? It's not even a day... But I've already missed you... "
" What are you talking about Chris? I'm right here, what are you - "
Then it hit me. I was gone. No one saved me. I was really gone. Tears stream down my cheeks like rivulets. I ran towards Chris. I wanted to hug him but I realized I couldn't. I looked into his eyes. I could see them watering up. I could see him holding his tears back.
" Cara, where are you? How could you - " He whaled out loud. At that moment, I felt like an ultimate loser. I felt so pathetic. I chose the easy way and I gave up instead of fighting for myself. I lost the psychological war I had with myself. Didn't they all say you'll feel nothing and get all better when you're dead? I guessed they were all lies.
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After I Kill Myself
Historia Corta" after I kill myself, I could not unkill myself back. What's done was done. " ------------------ Being such a weakling, I was unable to fight against the bullying in school. Despite having the best best friend in the world supporting my back and pr...
