"A crumpled sheet of paper in my crumpled little room, were your last written words.
I’m okay.
How fucking stupid am I? I believed you, I knew you weren’t “okay” but I didn’t think you were as bad as you were. How bad is my judgment.
Static, static, voices, words, they’re on to me. They know I’m not happy and I think I know how you felt now.
I’m so close to you Hannah, I’m getting even closer now, I think I wouldn’t mind dying. I think that’d be okay today, to dunk my head under water and hold my breath. To deprive myself of air, I feel like that’d be okay tonight, am I insane to think that just tonight that is the best idea I’ve ever had? I think I am just a little, but I don’t know. Death is inevitable, isn’t it better to leave on your own terms than unexpectedly?"
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Dear Hannah
Teen FictionFinn Matthews doesn't want to deal with his parents, siblings or the therapist everyone insists he needs. He does not want to go to a support group. He doesn't want to be treated any differently than how he use to. And most importantly he doesn't wa...
