Savannah was only 15. People at school hated her. She was called a slut, a whore, and got told to go kill herself. All because she was the little silent girl no one cared about. She was beaten both at home and school. The pain become too much. Tears mixed with blood as one cut was taken after another. Looking down at her cuts thinking everyone's getting what they want. Thinking that's not enough, she overdoses as well. Downs two at a time. Falls to the floor, but not a tear falls. Takes her last breath, and forgets it all. To heaven she flies, way above the skies. People at school have heard the news. That the little silent girl Savannah, didn't have to deal with scars or bruises. Some cried, some laughed. Some thought she deserved a better life. When the funeral came, they found a note in her pocket that read. 'My darlings, you have what you want. I am dead and out of your head. I am gone and will soon be forgotten. Don't take the time mourning me being gone. I'm out of the pain people put me through. It was all too much. I'm sorry I have scars on my wrists. It was my only escape. But now I've escaped for good. Goodbye darlings.
Savannah. The little silent girl.
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Short stories based upon depression and suicide.
RandomThis is a combination of crappily written short stories about suicide and depression.
