Prologue

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"Get your shit together, Mace. Why do y---"

"Why are you self-centered? You only care a---"

"You are being really annoying. Stop talki---"

"Just let it go. It's not even---"

"I literally don't want to talk to you right now. I---"

Everything came flooding back in a jumble. Everything everyone ever said.

"Why doesn't anyone ever understand how I feel? Why don't they see how much I'm suffering." Tears cascaded down her cheeks as she let out pathetic sobs. She's alone again. Well, as always. You may think that for someone who is so used to being on their own would have gotten used to that deafening silence by now. She's never gotten comfortable with it. She had "friends" and people around her but no one to talk her heart out to.

Why was she even born. A waste of space. A thing with no purpose shouldn't even exist. that thought lingered in her mind as she stared down at the gleaming  thing in her hand. It shone when it caught a ray of sunlight that was peaking through her window.

She wonders if that little thing could possible stop the pain in her heart. If this tiny thing could end everything.

She raised the blade to her wrist.

A wave of fear and doubt coursed through her chest. All she could do was close her eyes as more tears poured down. How ridiculous she must look.

Is this worth it? What if life could offer more and all she'd have to do is wait?

She laughed without humor as she imagined an angel on her right shoulder trying to whisper some sense into her.

But she considered the question, tho.

Although... the real question is, does she want to give life another chance and wait in vain for something 'better'? -- something that most probably will not arrive?

She opened her eyes with an answer.

With one swift movement, she slashed her wrist and felt the thick liquid gush out.

In the end, she listened to the angel's nemesis on her left shoulder.

But Mason... she felt lighter. And infinite.

It's done now. It's over.

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hello there. So this story is all about a girl who committed suicide. The story focuses on her loved ones after her death. So basically, i'm just trying to think how my family will react if I kill myself. That's the only thing holding me back.

Yes, I have depression. I haven't told anyone 'cuz I feel like no one will care and think that I'm just doing it to get attention. And that I'm a blah blah whatever.

Anyway, Please continue reading my story pls pls :)

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