Save Them

Her Cruel Reality

She sat there.

Staring at the back of her best friends' head that she knew so well. She smiled inside, remembering what she planned for after school. Butterflies took off in her abdomen and she grinned.

Lauren reached into her backpack and sneakily snook a peak at her turned on phone to see the time: 10 minutes until school ended. Lauren couldn't wait for this day to end.

I don't remember ending period always being this long...

Lauren thought. Her best friends' blonde hair shook vigorously and Lauren snapped back to her painful reality sitting up straighter.

2 minutes.

Lauren squirmed in her seat. She didn't care about school at that moment, after all, she wouldn't go to school at all for very long quite soon.

Finally. School ended. Lauren was the first out of the classroom. She didn't even bother to walk with her friends to the back parking lot. She sprinted to her destination being bumped as usual by all the clique kids that can't see her and waited patiently for her ride to pick her up. While she waited, she questioned her thoughts for after school.

Why not? Nobody cares about me, watch me go now.

10 minutes later, her ride got there, grumpy and a bad influence on her 4 kids as always. But this time Lauren ignored her negativity. She had other things on her mind. She decided this was it, NO turning back now. And to this she smiled, she knew where she was going and everything was planned. 15 minutes later, she stepped out of her carpool, not taking the liberty of thanking her driver as usual. Besides, she never fucking deserved it in the first place. She stepped up her porch steps and knocked on the door. Her sister greeted her and allowed her in. Lauren distracted her by starting a conversation about the loads of homework she was assigned and ranted for awhile. It worked, and her sister jogged up the stairs to go listen to the same stupid music over and over again.

Lauren then strode into the garage and grabbed the key to everything that she had been looking forward to all day as well as a shot glass.

Finally her moment had come.

Lauren snook upstairs into the bathroom with her backpack, locking the door behind her. Lauren began by ripping a page from her notebook and grabbing a pencil. She began to write:

Dearest family;friends,

If you are reading this it's too late. Let's start with you, dad. Why didn't you see the signs? When I first started hurting myself, why would you just sent my pain? You just brushed me off like a fly. Now that you found me, you can't possibly be in denial anymore, can you? Mom, you and your screaming. Why won't you stop and do what I want? I need to be heard, but no, when I try to suggest a plan or anything I'm shut out. Well, I'm not worth anything anymore, it shouldn't matter to you. Sister, I did this for you. You always boss me and hurt my feelings, I've lost it now, and now you've lost me. Sadie, I love you very much. I hope to see you again one day. To everyone else that didn't care about me, you probably still won't.

Good riddance, cruel world, family and friends.

Mom, dad, you caused this.

Sadie, have a wonderful life.

Sister, why?

Now you listen to me, I guess I will see you in hell.

With that, she set down the pen and nearly folded the paper. Throwing her backpack aside, she picked up the bleach she had gotten from the garage, unscrewed the "child-safe" lid, and poured herself a shot. She swirled the liquid in the glass and thought to herself, "yes."

For dad.

She drank.
Again she poured.

For mom.

She drank.
Again she poured.

For Catherine.

She drank.
Again she poured.

Lauren drank and drank the gallon jug of bleach until it was nearly 3/4 empty, until one final, blurry shot settled everything.

For this cruel, cruel world, goodbye.

She drank...

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In the end, Lauren perished. She committed suicide. She couldn't take the pain anymore. When her family found her, yes, they wept. But everyone at her school forgot her with ease.

Nobody cared.