Short stories based upon depression and suicide.

Move on, darling.

There's this girl. She's lonely. She was played off and on by many boys. Each of them promised to be who the other guys before them were. Not many times did she let someone in. There was one special boy who held her heart, but he had did the same as all the others, but she was too blinded to realize she was being played. One night, she stepped out onto the balcony that was on the side of her room. She looked up into the night sky, hoping that things would get better, but deep down, she knew it wouldn't. She had attempted suicide many times, but she knew tonight would be her last night. She told all of her friends she loved them, and she wishes them the best in life. Her ex, she told that she still loved him to death. Little did he know she literally meant it. But all he said to her was that he didn't feel the same anymore about her. She walked back inside and went to her top drawer, and pulled out multiple weapons. She chose the beautifully designed knife, that she had used many times before to make incisions on her body. One cut. Two cuts. Three cuts. Four. Five cuts. Six cuts, the knife drops to the floor. Her body falls after it. Her eyes remain open, taking a few last glances around her room, and a slight smile played upon her lips.  Everyone at school heard about it not even two days later. It was all over the news. All anyone could do was blame their self. Her ex, felt bad. Her best friend, beat herself up over it knowing she could have done more. Everyone else, gathered around to mourn the loss of such a beautiful soul. She was free now. She had been set free from all the pain and misery that being left here had brought. Seeing the one she loved prancing around with someone new, killed her inside. She was being called names around the school. She was already dying inside, and she felt it. She knew physically killing herself would take the pain away. And now, her beautiful soul plays upon the clouds, and dances in the sun. Because all she wanted was not to feel dead inside, and finally have fun. After about a year of her being gone, her best friend moved on. Her ex, has nightmares of what her killing herself looked like, and he has a new girlfriend all the time to keep her off of his mind. Sometimes, on the weekend he gets drunk beyond words, but now he realizes how it hurt. Everyone else, has accepted the news and moved on. Sometimes, her ex hears someone whisper the words move on, darling, into his ear as he's drinking. But, he knows he will never be able to fully move on.