Suicide stories

Story 1: Had enough

A/N None of my stories are true. If anything I write upsets or affects you in some way then please do not read on. If you or someone you know are experiencing thoughts like this then please inform someone. You don't have to get help but it does feel better when you talk to someone.

She was just a kid, she had no bad intentions. Her grades weren't exactly high and she wasn't exactly pretty either. When she was at school she'd hang around with two of her four friends. One of them she often argued with, but he was still her friend, and the other was the one both of them followed. She had a huge crush on the second one but he didn't feel the same way about her. That would just make her feel even worse but obviously you can't change people's feelings no matter how much you liked them.

Everything in her life was going smoothly until she entered high school. She felt pressured by homework and struggled to achieve high levels. Her friends were only there because they felt sorry for her, she acted like she didn't know but it was just too obvious. Family life was awefull! She often got hit and her parents were always shouting at each other. Her mother was often drunk and her father was angry because he was ill most of the time and the pain could become to much. As for sisterly love, her little sister was always causing fights and being over aggressive and violent. Sibling rivalry couldn't get much worse than her and her brother. He used to lock her in small rooms and laugh at her.

In school she would get laughed at for her hair or her weird spots, creepy smile and odd freckled! She looked like someone had put a dying cat in the middle of a swarm of bees! Some other girl had decided she loved them, unfortunately that resulted in being shouted at in the corridors or on the way home. Sometimes it would end in violence other times she was able to run fast enough to get away.

But she knew a place, where some of her friends had gone. She knew it wouldn't hurt there and no one could get her. What if... she thought, but no. That's what she was going to do and no matter what anybody said or did they couldn't change that. Some of her friends would be there, friends she hadn't seen for a long while....

She tied a rope up tight to a hook in her ceiling. It was the perfect noose. As she wrote a letter her hands were shaking like mad. My parents will need this she thought to herself. She didn't want to write but she knew it would help her family sleep that night. The letter was finished and her face was pale.

As she stood on the stool she started to cry. She took her final breath she pushed of the stool with all her weight. Now all she was was a limp body, hanging there with a broken neck. Her body was paralyzed now but she choked as the rope strangled her fragile neck. The pale skin on her arms and legs went grey. Blue eyes lost their color and her head was bent in an inhuman way towards her left shoulder.

Her mother came in later to ask her if she wanted food. She dropped to her knees and began to cry inconsolably. Now nothing on earth can take back what she just saw. Beginning to pray all this was a nightmare she fell into the endless pit of despair. All she could think of that night was the limp body of her oldest daughter hanging from a rope by her purple and blue neck. Re-reading and re-reading the note her child left her, wondering how she never saw the signs...

So, you're reading this then?

Unfortunately for me, this means I just killed myself. I'm guessing mother crying. I just wanted you to know why I did this to myself.

I'm not happy at school. I am being bullied. I had hoped you'd notice my black eye and the stomach aches from stress, this note means you didn't. Do you remember the un-submitted home works? I couldn't keep up. Did you ever hear me crying myself to sleep? It was because of the low grades. Did you ever wonder why I isolated myself from the world? It was because I have been trained not to trust anyone anymore.

I get worried when mother is drunk. I'm always worried she'll walk out on us after she has an argument with father. Sometimes I pray someone will come into the house and pour away all of her alcohol. It scares me when father is angry. He shouts and throws things around. My own sister hits me and is violent and my brother likes to lock me up in the dark.

For some reason I can't help but distrust my friends. The patronize me and make fun of me. They lie to make me happy but later I end up wanting to cry. I want to trust them but I can't and that makes me sad. I try to tell them but they don't listen. Who can blame them? Their woes are worse than mine.

I hope you understand now, I have gone somewhere safe. I can't be hurt here and I have been reunited with many of my old friends. I love you all very much but I'm sorry. I have to do this.

See you when it's your time...

The girl who bleeds at the back of the class.

And her mother just lays there and sobs. This isn't fair! She goes to the garage and the hand gun. She can't be alone! She will be with her baby no matter what...