The Suicide Series ✔️

sixteen

And then he left the note on his bed for his parents to find.

"Dear Mom, Dear Dad.

I don't know what to say other than I'm sorry. I tried so hard to be the perfect daughter. I did everything you wanted and you still hated me. I could see it in your eyes, I could see it in myself, I couldn't be what you guys needed. You needed a strong little girl. And I could never bring to light that I was really a weak little boy.

The other kids at school, my friends, my classmates, they left me alone about the way I look and dress. I only told my closest friends, and they claimed to accept me. But I kept hearing it in their voices. It echoed and echoed. She, she, she. It was wrong.

Hearing it from you guys was the worst. Every. Single. Time.

I got the occasional prick asking me where my balls were.

I couldn't breath when someone punched me in the chest, claiming they found my boobs.

I remember that all the time, and I remember what it was like, choking on air for those few seconds.

Among the panic and pain, there was bliss. It was serene. I was alone in another plane.

Until I came back to reality. And now my chest is just an aching reminder of everything I'm not.

Please don't hate me more for what I've done. Please forget about me and all of my things. I'm still so sorry.

But this has to end one way or another.

All I'm asking is that the last thing you do for me, is tell people. I don't want to die with everyone thinking of me as who I was when I was born. Because I've changed as a person without you guys even seeming to notice. My gender has always been the same though, whether most people knew or not. And I wish you would tell people that.

I can't bare the thought of one of you at my funeral saying, "we miss her."

Don't miss her. Miss him. Miss me. That's who I am.

And then get over me.

I don't want to die, I just want a way out of this."

And then his parents read his note, once it was too late.