She Left Because... (Frank Iero)

A/N I'm here with another story:) I own nothing except the plot and my characters blah blah lollipops. I think I may continue this too. I don't know. We shall see my friends <3)

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***Today was Friday. A hot and dry Friday in Jersey. Not that Risina would know personally. She just assumed it was by the way the sun beamed down through earth's atmosphere. The sun's ray's bathed her face in a gentle caress and she sighed. Not a sigh of contentment or happiness. A sigh of confusion and pain.

She thought about how she skipped school today. It was her first time in her entire life and she was shocked when she heard the front door slam, notifying her that everyone was out of the house and she was alone. She found it quite funny really; funny that they all believed she went to school, funny how no one opened her door once to see if she had really gone-and yes- she found a dark twisted humor in the fact that she could have killed herself and no one would know. Her family knew she liked her door to be closed at all times. It didn't even matter if she just left her sanctuary to use the restroom- she closed her door. This morning, she heard her brother, her father and mother bustling about their 3 bedroom 2 bathroom home.

She'd heard her mother tell her father to make sure he would be home by 6pm to attend the dinner at some fancy restaurant with some colleagues. She'd heard her brother tell her father about a Science project due next week and he needed more cotton balls to paint and add to his poster board.

If it was this easy to stay home from School, Risina would have done it a million times.

She swallowed and winced at the pain in her throat. It was dry and scratchy...rough. It was probably a combination of her tears and shrieks of agony last night. Maybe a bit of soreness from his hands squeezing her neck. She had bruises everywhere along her body(even her breasts) and she ached everywhere. Her tears had long stopped coming. Her head throbbed relentlessly and was begging for some form of release that she could not give it- simply because she could not move. Her legs were sore and they hurt. The slightest movement made pain shoot up her leg and she did not want anymore pain.

She was tired of it.

Tired of it all.

She was tired of trying to be the good student. Studying days on end and pulling all nighters to get the minimum of a B, which was not up to par with her parents that expected A's because, "You do nothing anyways. All you do is stay in that damn room of yours and listen to music." She was tired of the talks after classes with her teachers. Tired of starving herself everyday to dedicate time to her tremendous amount of work due to AP and Honors classes.

Not only giving up her time and lack of nutrition to school, but to her boyfriend as well. The boy who had done this to her. Who had abused her so many times she lost count. Though last night was the worst night of all. It was the worst beating she'd ever gotten. The majority of the time, it'd be a slap or punch to the face, maybe a punch in the stomach. It was always something she could hide by her shirt and her hair hanging to one side as she entered the house and went straight to her room.

But last night, Risina had to wait until everyone went to bed to slip into the house unbeknownst to the people that inhabited it along with her.

Risina didn't want this. She didn't ask for this- so why had God done this to her? Why was he making her go through this? Couldn't he see how she was suffering? Didn't he know how much she hated herself?

Risina knew she was fat. She could make a double chin if she tilted her head down. Her arms jiggled a tiny bit when she shook them. She wore a size 12-14 in jeans. She knew she was fat and hideous; a disgusting creature that should get mauled by the Grim Reaper and his scythe. She made everyone mad-she knew. She annoyed everyone when she so much as glanced in their direction. She didn't mean too. She was trying. Trying to carry on and trying to see what was her purpose in life. Two more years and she would be done with Highschool, but Risina knew.

She knew.

Deep down, she knew she would not last.

Everything-everything-was taking a toll on her body, her mind, and her heart. She could not stand it any longer. The constant bitter remarks from her parents. The nagging of her friends when she was not available to hang out with them. The pest of a brother- though she loved him more than her own parents. The sarcastic and fake encouragement of her teachers. The people in school that talked behind her back loud and clear so she could hear every word that stabbed her in her back and played around in her mind.

Risina wanted it all to end. She just wanted to disappear and feel nothing. She didn't care about anything anymore. She wanted out and that was exactly what she planned to do.

After crawling on the ground for almost 20 minutes to the bathroom, giving silent screams to the air and whimpers to the carpet, she made it. Another 5 minutes to stand up shakily, her knees a constant threat to giving way. But she was determined. She would end it all. No one was here. No one would care.

With timid hands she opened the cabinet, grabbing whatever orange bottle she could find and the box of razors. She let her knees give in and collapsed to the cold tile, crying now from the pain. Pain. Not at the thought of ending her life. She didn't care about that. No one would. With blurry vision and trembling fingers, she unscrewed the cap and poured the pills in her hand, taking whatever they were by 3 at a time. After she lost count(but knew she had passed 20) she slid a razor out of its container, feeling the sleek and cool metal between her fingertips.

She brought it down and pierced the vein that would end it all for her. That would bring her peace.

But, oh! How could she forget? Had Risina really been that selfish to forget her best friend? The one that has stuck by her side and has helped her whenever she needed it? Oh, she has. Risina felt so guilty now. She had been so conceited, thinking it would bring everyone-most importantly her- happiness. But she knew it would bring nothing but pure pain- pure agony- to her best friend Frank.

Risina didn't know where it came from, but she got energy. As the blood poured down her arm, the air stinging the wound that would bring inevitable doom, she hurriedly crawled back to her room. Her vision was still here at least. One last effort, she thought. Gasping aloud and groaning, she laid on her stomach on the floor, her arm outstretched above her, dripping blood while the other searched aimlessly underneath her bed until it touched the smooth cover of her diary.

One last letter.

One last say.

One last time.

Her last day alive.

She tried to get as much as she could down, her tears hindering her ability to write. Risina knows she just scrawled across page after page-but Frank would understand. Frank knew her better than herself.

But blackness surrounded her. Her breathing became more labored; her heart beat faster and more and more blood oozed from her body.

Risina took one last breath and finally fell into paradise.

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