“Why don’t you just go kill yourself?” A girl about fifteen hears this at least three times a day. She walks down the halls of this evil, high school, with one friend by her side and her head down and teary eyes. Each class is like a punch to the gut. She gets poor grades and receives punishment for this. She has told her parents about her misfortune with her unkind classmates. This blameless girl has almost been given the help she needs and deserves from the school. Too bad this help blew up in her face. She was suspended for calling a boy a name, despite his consistent bullying. This was supposed to be help, supposed to be good. This vulnerable girl was going to have a change, something good. This was going to help her get out of bed. This was going to change everything she knew, but that didn’t happen. No one stopped being so hurtful, she believed the words they said to her. This innocent girl became what every little girl had sworn to never become. She had hated herself more than anything in the cruel world that made her this. Today, well today, was different. Today she was too tired. This victim was too tired for sleep, too tired to talk. She was too tired to talk and walk. This girl was too tired to breathe. She was too tired to exist. Today, you will not see her walking down those wicked hallways. Today, this girl is done. She has hanged herself, today. No breathing; no talking; just the end. The inevitable for us all, death. An early ending for this teenage girl, selfish some might say. What is truly selfish is asking someone to be that miserable.
