I clutch my suicide not in my hand. My fingers trace over my handwriting. Dear anyone who cares,
it's just not worth it anymore. Life is constant torment and there's nothing else for me to do. I love you mom and dad. I love you Sydney and Jack. Don't miss me too much and remember that I'm much happier now. I love you. Goodbye.
A fifteen year old Adeline faced a choice. A fork in the road. She could continue her miserable life as it was, change it, or end it. She made the wrong choice. Here I am a year later. My attempted suicide left me with no memory of my parents or Sydney and Jack. I overdosed on pills. I stopped breathing for three minutes and eight seconds. Considering I'm not a professional diver and haven't been trained in holding my breath, I would have been dead in a matter of seconds. I suffered severe brain damage. My memory, well, it sucks.
I'm some ways, my suicide attempt did work. The old Adeline is dead. She was killed by three minutes of oxygen deprivation and a lifetime of amnesia. Her depression is gone. What is there to be sad about when you don't remember anything bad happening to you?
I, of course, have to stay in the hospital. I'm normally fine, but I get flashes where all I can remember is my name. My parents haven't visited me since I've been in the hospital. Something must have happened between us, but I don't remember. My life is haunted by a choice I don't remember making.
