The Death of this Account

A Letter to Her Readers

Dear Readers,

I'm so fucking scared right now. I've been in my room, l locked up with a knife. My hands are trembling. I don't know what death will feel like. Where will I go? I wish I could've given you a description but I'm sure it'll hurt like hell. I'd like to say, thanks for reading. Thanks for getting me to the thousands of reads. Thanks for the shitloads of support I received. I want you to know I adore every single one of you, even if you tried to get me to stop. I have a favor to ask of you. When I'm gone, I want you to reflect back on me. And know this: don't you ever fucking commit suicide because it's scary as shit. Also, there's a better road to go down. If you're ever worried about your weight like me, exercise before all else. I'll guarantee you that you'll be much happier then. Anorexia sucked crap. And I hope none of you ever experience it.

For the last time,
ThinDreams

As her friend, I'd like to take you back to the very moments she died. She wasn't crying. At least, no evidences of tears were found on her face. She was found about two to three hours after she committed suicide when her parents were getting worried that she wasn't responding to them with her door locked up with a dresser. They called the police, which broke in from the window to avoid the possibility of crushing her with the dresser. I was contacted a couple days later in school to come to the front office, where I would speak about why she could've done it. I was also given a box with a lock to only I knew the password was. In there, there was this note and many others.