Suicide story
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May 1st, 2016
I walked in to check on Andrea. I think I might have been to hard on her, I needed to make this right. All she did was come home twenty minutes late, that's no reason to smack her. Oh, I feel awful. I walked in to say goodnight and to apologize and there I saw her. She was dead in a pool of blood on the floor, she had cut her arms and legs and stomach until she was dead.
I sat down, held her in my arms and cried. I never fell asleep that night, I just sat there holding my baby in my arms. She was gone. I'll never have her back, I'd never see her smile when she saw her father come home. She'd never see her father come home. Her brother would be in even worse shape than me. And her sister, how do you explain this to a five year old. I'd never know.
The next day after laying there crying and grieving I took my own life. I took the knife my own daughter used and cut my neck and cut as deep as I could. I felt the blood gushing but all that mattered was being with my daughter again.
May 2nd, 2020
It's been four years since my mother took her life and four years and a day since my twin sister took her life. She was only fifteen, she had so much to live for, she had her family. My mother couldn't take the grief so she went with Andrea. Now my nine year old sister and I were with my father at a military base while he was working. I never was able to completely cut so I fell into depression but I wouldn't put any more pain onto my family, they were always droopy and I knew they always would be, my mother and sister were gone. They were gone for forever.
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NEVER COMMIT SUICIDE. YOU ARE LOVED AND WILL BE MISSED.
