She couldn't sleep; the voices in her head becoming too loud to rest. They were screaming, "Do it! Do it! Do it!", referring to taking her life. The poor girl sat on her bed in tears not knowing what to do anymore. The voices were relentless in breaking the last piece of frail willpower she had left in her. These voices had gone on for years, the constant depression no longer affected her, but instead had become comforting; normal to her. This night was different though. This wasn't the first time the voices have screamed, but it has never lasted as long as it did. She was slowly breaking down, already shaking in tears. After a few minutes the girl was able to regain her composure, but not her sanity. She rose slowly; steadily. Her breaths were deep and heavy; her eyes completely blank. She knew what she had to do. The girl walked to the bathroom across from her bedroom and grabbed a large array of pills that would ease her pain for good. Her mum and dad were resting peacefully in the bedroom adjacent from the bathroom. The girl walked over and let the door open ajar, just enough to peek in.
"I love you, goodbye." These were the girl's final words to everyone before she walked quietly to the woods. Snow was lightly falling from the sky like frozen tears. Her feet were ice cold and her face only heated by the rush of tears escaping the girl's eyes. She stared deeply into her hand, at the array of pills that would soon take her from this pain.
One pill.
Two pills.
Three.
One by one the pills slipped down her throat. The girl fell to her knees,then laid on her back, and rested her tired eyes. After a few minutes, the girl's heart stopped and she was gone, finally resting peacefully.
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Running the Line of Death
Mistério / SuspenseEver wonder what it would be like to travel between the world of the living and the dead? A pretty cool experience, right? But what if you didn't know it for most of your life and when you find out, it causes hell? This is Ashton's story. A boy that...
