Prologue

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The way I see it, everyone is alone. It doesn't matter if you speak to a thousand people on a daily basis because frankly that's not really you but a cover to hide who you really are. The real you, on the other hand, is kept in the dark and isolated, never spoken of by others.

I know this because I'm a prime example of someone who hides who they really are. My true self withers senselessly in a labyrinth, hard to find even by myself. I don't know who I am. It's what brings me to where I am right now, sitting in my room writing this note. I'm clueless as to why I'm alive, what is my existence benefitting to anyone in my life?

I love my family: mum, dad and Chloe; you guys are the reason I'm leaving a note rather than disappearing without any explanation. This isn't any of your faults so when I'm gone, my only wish is for you not to blame yourselves for this.

I know I'm weak for leaving in this matter. I'm sorry, I really am. I just couldn't handle the pressure put on me by others, and I'm scared about what would happen if I continued living. I've made so many mistakes that I can't make up for, I'm a horrible person.

Mum... dad... Or whoever is reading this, tell Lethia I'm sorry, I didn't mean for things to turn out how they did. If there was one thing I could redo in my life, it would be to never leave your side or conform into a group of people who weren't even my friends. I'm sorry for making your last year of high school a nightmare.

Chloe, you've been begging for my bike for years, so when I'm gone I'm passing that onto you. I have a jar of money that I was saving up to buy a car but that's not going to happen. Mum and dad I'd like you to take it, I hope that'd help pay for the funeral a bit.

And for you Lethia, I'm giving back what you gifted me in 7th grade. It meant the world to me, and I hope it would mean the same to you. All I can give you is that, and my sincere apologies. Please forgive me.

I love all of you, but this is something that needs to be done. I am sorry.

~Tia Lastor'

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