There I was, alone, helpless, upset. Y body was just hanging their pale and lifeless. It was three in the morning last Time I checked. I had committed suicide two hours ago. My mom was on her way down the stairs when she saw me hanging from the metal beam in the basement where my room was. Gladly my little brother jack wasn't with her this morning. I didn't want him to know what happened yet. He is only 7. She walked cautiously over to my desk and read the note. Under my left arm was a pile of blood from my wrist I had been cutting for three years now and it got to the point where I couldn't take it anymore so suicide was my option. They all will be happy without me anyways. Everyone will forget and move on. When I was my brothers age I was beat by my moms boyfriend and we had to leave where we were living. When I was around 1 my dad moved to British Colombia and when I was 11 he told me he didn't love me and I wasn't his child and he didn't care about me. I still have to go see his parents though who have called me a prostitute yet in a virgin. I hate them strongly. I've been bullied ever since I can remember. At school everyone hates me, I have a phone but the only texts I get are from family or saying I should kill myself. I did so I guess they won. My little brother came running down the stairs and looked at mom crying reading the note and me hanging. He was so confused. " Mommy whys sissy up there?" he asked. "Sissy isn't with us anymore she's dead" she replied crying still. I looked in his pale blue eyes as tears formed. He started cryin so much. I hated seeing him cry. He's just a kid. I wish he didn't come down stairs because then she didn't have to tell him like that and he didn't have to see me. He is only 7 he has so much of his life left.
