The Face of Suicide

Chapter 1

This book is purely fictional. This did not happen to anyone and if it did, it is purly coincidental.

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Chapter 1

Case I:

Name: Mark Jacobs

Age: 15

Time of death: 9:10 am

Cause of death: suicide

Mark was the average nerd. He was tall and had a lanky figure. He wore those thick rimmed glasses that kids now days are so crazy about. He never understood why though. Why would they want to wear them when all he ever wanted to do was get rid of them? Even though some would refer to him as a genius, that was something he could never figure out.

He maintained his perfect A score since he began school. Although he was only in grade 9, he could ace those 12th grade finals with a better score than most of them. He had a bright future ahead of him. A future filled with happiness and possibly Nobel Prizes.

So what went wrong?

Marks family had a small part to play in his death. Firstly, there was his older brother, Jake. As a kid Mark always looked up to him as a role model. Even when he grew older, his affection for his brother only got stronger. They were best friends. They were inseparable. But what happened to Jake? He was murdered. He was murdered by their father in front of Mark. And Mark couldn't do anything about it. Besides him being only 13, Mark had a younger sister. A sister who needed his protection.

"Marky Boy, you tell anyone about this and this bullet here will go right through her fragile little head," his father said in a thick southern accent, pointing at his sister.

It was no secret that his father was a monster. Him killing his own son would prove that. But he was also abusive towards his wife. Every morning he would see his mom with a new bruise. He always wondered why she didn't leave her husband. He realised it was because she loved him. And despite his monstrous ways, he used to be a loving husband which she hoped she could bring back.

The biggest cause of his death was school. You see, because Mark always maintained his perfect score, he was classified as a nerd, and therefore he was bullied. He was bullied by everyone, but there was one girl, the girl he loathed. Catalina Martin.

She was the cause of the bulling. She was the popular girl, the girl who everyone was jealous of. If she hadn't started bulling him, no one would have. She made his life unbearable.

All her bulling cause his mind to get warped. He became deranged. Everyday he thought of new ways to kill Catalina.

"Today's the day," he said looked at a knife. "Today is the day Catalina dies," and he put the knife in his bag with a malicious smile. He found the gun his father used on his brother and put that in too. Finally, that gun would be put into good use. Today he was going to do the school a favour. And then he would be able to get on with his life.

Mark had no friends so no one knew what he was going to do. They all just thought he was the boy who was bullied. No one knew how strong his hatred was for her.

The morning of his death, with the deathly knife in his bag, he walked into his kitchen. There he found his mother with a big bruise on her face. He gave his mom and sister a kiss before leaving. He was in such a good mood that for the first time in years he told them, "I love you."

As he got nearer to school his anticipation grew bigger. He couldn't wait. He waited around until she was alone. And finally she was.

This is it, he thought.

He marched forward, to rid her of this world. But as he got nearer, she didn't say anything. She didn't diss him or bully him like she usually would. That's when he realised two things:

1) She was just as insecure as he was. She only did it for the attention, the status.

2) Killing her wasn't the way to go. But she had to pay for what she did. He had to make her realise how her ways were affecting people.

His entire first lesson he racked his brain on how to do it. And then he finally he knew how. He asked if he could go to the bathroom 15 minutes before the bell could ring. He walked to the girls bathroom, the one where he knew Catalina went to after every lesson.

He slit his wrists and then wrote something on the mirror in his own blood. He then preceded to kill himself in the most graphic way possible. No one knew what he was planning to do to Catalina. And no one needed to know. Everyone just needed to know what a good person he was.

But did not die in vain. He sacrificed himself for the greater good.