Never Too Young~ Jacob Sartorius «editing»

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This chapter is going to be different because it's not a chapter. It's for people with suicidal thoughts. I'm not telling you that it gets better because I know that's not what you want to hear. Let's just imagine here.
After you're gone, the pain is gone right? Wrong. Your parents come home and they tell you that they're home like they do everyday but somethings different.... You don't hear them. You don't hear anyone. Or anything. When you don't reply they don't think anything of it. Why? Not because you were invisible. Because, you've been quite lately. To yourself. Your dad misses the active person you used to be, you used to play hiding-go-seek in the yard. You used to look up to him. And your mom? She misses when you would beg to stir the brownies just to lick the bowl after. She misses when you wanted to be just like her. They both miss happy you. Your little sibling doesn't understand what's going on but, he/she knows they're not aloud in your room anymore and you don't play blocks or princesses anymore.
'Dinner is ready!' Your mom yells over and over and over again. She runs upstairs and when she opens the door...
She hits her knees as she yells for your father. Your brother/sister goes to but they don't know why. Your dad wraps his arms around your mother as they both sob, knowing they can't do anything, wishing they would have done something sooner. What you didn't know? The counciling wasn't because they thought you were crazy but, because they wanted you to live. They thought it would help, it didn't.
Your sibling now scared, starts crying as your parents hug he/she. As they all sob, they realize the family isn't whole anymore, and it won't ever be.
Now let's imagine 7 years from now, let's say your sibling is 14. Let's say that sibling is a boy.
He understands now. He knows what you did. He's bullied because the whole town knows and they blame it on him, and your parents, even though the notes say it wasn't their fault.
He lays in the bed, in the room, that was yours. You look down at your family every now and then but, you don't really have time anymore, they talk to you. You hear but, they can't hear you. Your brother stares at the ceiling, wishing that you could tell him it was okay and hold him like you used to, you can't. You won't. He's suicidal now. Think. That's your fault.
Your worries are left on earth but you didn't think about other people. That sounds a little selfish doesn't it? It is. Now don't say, you say it's selfish because you've never been suicidal, that's a lie. Because, MAGCon got me through it all. They're still getting me through it, so I'm not getting you through it, I'm telling you the possibilities because no matter what you say, someone cares. I care. Talk to me. Because problems are hard but, that's not the answer. You don't have to talk to someone who knows what they're talking about and someone who's going to sit you down and say 'it gets better' because if you don't believe that then it doesn't.
Now, next room.
Your mom.
She's crying, like she's done everyday. You got her kicked out of everything because in stead of comfort she gets blame. She hugs her bible as she sobs reaching out for God to take her too. As you look down you see her, you see the new cuts on her body. Your fault. Think about that, your mom wants to die because of you. Your brother wants to die because of you. How does that make you feel? You should feel like dirt.
Next room, daddy.
He's kept himself busy to keep you off his mind but, when he suddenly gets a moment he begs to die. He begs you were here to throw the softball together. But you never will until he gets there. But, the chances are short because, he stopped believing in God because he took you. He didn't stop believing he just stopped loving him. No more church in Sunday's and Wednesday's. Now it's your fault he wants to die and he's going to hell. Feeling good about yourself? Feeling good about dying? Do me a favor, go hug whoever you live with, because they care enough to put a roof over your head. They care. Tell them you love them, tell them you care. For me. If this made you not want to hurt yourself anymore, please comment or private message me because that would make my day. You don't have to tell me your reason to be suicidal, you just have to tell me 3 words. 'You helped me'.
Someone loves you. Remember that.

Don't die your way.

Die his way.

Because there is an easier way.

So don't die, for me.

Because i love you.

God loves you.