A locked door, a rusty razor blade, a towel stained with red, a folded note on the floor, and a broken mirror. A girl lay there dead on the floor, she wore her old ripped light blue jeans, and her Led Zeppelin singlet, and her long black hair done in a water fall braid.
The councilor addressed the school. “You had no idea what she was going through, even though you had seen her upset the other day at the councilor’s office. You didn’t ever think to ask her how she was, you were too busy calling her names and making fun of her clothes that she wore to school. Now she’s gone, you don’t know how to feel, you didn’t notice the slits on her wrists or the depression in her eyes because you didn’t notice her for how she felt you just thought you were putting her down.
Nevaeh’s parents told friends… We didn’t know what she was going through, we thought she liked school and we thought she was content with her life as it was. Now she’s gone we realize how much we didn’t, how much she tried telling us but we never listened. After reading the note she left us we broke down and couldn’t help but feel as though we were part of the reason why she did it. We didn’t notice the slits in her wrists or the depression in her eyes.
Dear Mum & Dad, if I was to write a note this is what it would say…It all became too much for me to handle. It was like I was full of holes from people digging at me about my looks and what I wore. They didn’t know what I was going through. Did they even know what they said hurt? My parents basically ignored me and I tried telling them that things were getting hard but they didn’t want to know I had plenty of open wounds, some of the cuts were as deep as an army trench in the war. One last cut and I’ll be gone the pain will stop, I’ll be happy, I won’t get called names. I can then say “I’m fine” and mean it. When I picked up the rusty razor blade I had the sudden urge to put it back down but I needed to stop the pain and end it now. It was now or never. I dug the razor into my skin and swiped. It’s all over now my pain is gone.
A locked door, a rusty razor blade, a towel stained with red, a folded note on the floor, and a broken mirror. A girl lay there dead on the floor.
