To Whom It May Concern,
By the time you find this, my spirit will be long gone, drifting into a new world. I'm sorry for the pain it brings to whoever finds this, but whoever you are, you obviously felt no sorrow in my presence to notice the constant pain burning my soul away day by day.
At first, this was going to be something presented quite simple, but that won't happen as there is too much to explain. There are so many answers to your questions that have not yet gotten the chance to flee my mouth, as this will be the final chance to share my thoughts.
Overall, my plan never sought out to end so abruptly. However, there are only so many times the same questions can bounce back and forth in one's mind. One question and after another repeated itself, like it was some how bouncing off mirrors and replicating. Minutes turned to hours and hours into days. My humanity slipped away with each crack developing in my brain. It's horrendous how ugly one's thoughts can become.
Each day, I awoke to the eerie temptations the demons desired. Every day brimmed to top with countless terrors and mysteries. No one noticed, either. The townspeople drifted around day by day, almost gleaming with light against the demons' dark ambitions. The demons dreamed of nothing more than to tear my mind apart. To break someone so much that the only way to heal themselves is to finish the crack that is already splitting them.
After time, the demons' tasks developed into an addiction. My mind acted as their temple, and with my soul traveling down into the deepest of the darkest destinations accompanying the demons. They turned my rainbows into musty fog and my lively evergreens into burned thorns. Every path started with the flee of my sanity and ended with the escaping moans of my dying instability.
For anyone's concerns, my acts were not of those from selfish nature. The actions were more to show a plea that deemed inescapable from a prisoned mind. Once the bars are broken, my demons will move into a new subject. A subject showing their worthiness to the darkness that will soon engulf them.
This addiction consumed me. My soul had long died before my exterior went with it. There was no more me. No shred of hope left that could repair the damage. I fell apart, and I will forever be shattered in pieces.
- Forever yours
The note was then folded and slipped into her chest pocket. With one final glance at the door and a heavy breath, she jumped.
~~~Author's Note~~~
This was a quick short story about bullying/ the affects of bullying that I wrote for an assignment in my theatre arts class. It is one of my first completed works, so I hope you enjoyed. -Kristle ♥
