Suicide stories.

Suicide story # 1

Okay this is a thing now.
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She couldn't take it anymore. She didn't have a bad life. Her parents loved her. Her siblings loved her. She had some friends. She didn't need anything else. But yet she was still sad. She was depressed. She couldn't talk to anyone about it. No one would understand. Her parents would think she is crazy. Although she already felt crazy. Her sister wouldn't help. She would think she is just being moody, childish because she is not getting her way. Her friends, well they didn't talk about that topic. They didn't talk about serious things. So she had to pretend to be happy all the time. But she gets tired just smiling and trying to stay positive. She doesn't understand why she wants to kill herself. She just does. She decides to write a note. A suicide letter. Her friend online who lives miles away(well to her they are friends, to him she is just another person to talk to when bored. When he remembers about her.) decides to talk to her right when she is really to say goodbye to Everyone. She talks to him for a bit. But then tell him she is going to sleep. Once they stop talking she writes him a message saying what she is about to do and she hopes he never changes. To her parents she wrote that she loves them. That is wasn't their fault. She just didn't want to live anymore. It was her sadness that led her to that decision. To her sisters she told them she loved them. That even though they had their moments of arguing she still loves them. She made sure they all understood they couldn't have changed anything. That that was her fate. She had no future. Her future was her end. She took a walk. Took her parents alcohol and some sleeping pills. She walked and walked. Went to the park near her house. Sat on the swing. Opened the bottle, drank. Swallowed some pills. Drank again. Started swinging. Played her music. Her calm, smoothing music. She started getting tired. She walked home. Kept drinking and swallowing the pills. Went to bed. Before though she put all the notes on her desk. Made sure they were visible. One last pill one last swing of drinking. Downed the whole bottle. Getting dizzy and happy and warm she laid down. Cuddled with her stuffed animal. Wrapped herself around her blankets getting comfortable and warm. With one last look around she welcomed death happily.