Hey, my names Mélanie.
Yeah, your probaly wondering why I'm writing this, it just that if you see me jump off this cliff in the next few minutes you might wanna get to know me alittle.
I grew up in San Francisco for a majority of my life, which is about to end shortly.
I lived with my single dad and my grandmother, She was bedridden. It hurt me badly to see her in suck a frail, weak state. Eventually she passed away in a rather tragic way, she had been my everything.
It was like a part of me just snapped, I was reborn. My mood worsened, I became saddened rather easily, I stayed inside my room most of the time. I got paler and paler.
I got really sick, doctors diagnosed me with supposedly 'Mild' depression, I was prescribed Lexapro to help.
One day I finally got an idea.
To stop the pain.
To cease my crys.
To end it all.
Suicide.
I planned to jump off the golden gate bridge in San Francisco where I currently live.
Now I have to stop this note so I can get to work.
Hopefully, someone cared enough to read my note.
I'm sorry Gran-Gran, I'm sorry Dad, And most of all I'm sorry for you, To have witnessed my demise.
Glad to have met you,
Mélanie Dennis
YOU ARE READING
Second Thoughts
Short Story*WARNING* This is a suicide note, No it is not real. It was just something I wrote to vent out alittle saddness. The bridge portrayed on the front cover is of the golden gate bridge.
