The Last Letter

This is it. She's done. With everyone and everything. Closes the computer with fear in her heart; tears in her eyes. She can't hide in the darkness anymore. She just wants to feel the sun on her face again, the grass underneath her feet. The pain when she stood felt unbearable; like the ghost from inside couldn't take control. Her face as white as death. Her arms looking like she came from a war that she is losing to.
Slowly; she pulled herself off the chair warbled to each window of the room. Struggling to close the curtains; one by one by one. Voices floating across her mind; all of the pain cuts even deeper inside. The laughter, the screams, the bruises, the cries for help; it poisons her. But finally, curtains closed. It's now just her. And. Them.
She slowly moves to her clothes draw. Her face filled with tears. Her mind filled with dark memories. All she can do now is give up. She struggles to pull the draws open; as there are so much battle scars on her arms. But she managed to get them open. One by one, clothes are being pulled out with force. As she looks for the hidden stash of razors. Until she had those life savers in her left hand.
She falls on her bed; crying with deep agony. With confidence she puts the tip of one razor onto her wrist, but she fears so much that she can't finish it. She thinks of what she should do before giving up. The thoughts past like birds in the sky; thinking and thinking. Until she knew what she finally had to do.
She jumped off her bed; putting the razor in her pocket and warbled back to the chair. Sitting on it quickly. She grabbed a note and a pen and threw them on the desk. Than, carefully she starts writing with memories in her head. She remembers the time when she first started walking, with her mother pulling her up from her first fall. She remembers her first day of school in her green dress; and meeting her best friend. But than; she started remembering the dark things. She remembers the first time she was bullied; the big kid tore her hair out and the other kids laughed. She was called names, abused, rumours, and abused online. But the darkest memory is watching her best friend fall ill and lose their life.
After that tragedy, that horrible, horrible tragedy. She soon realised that she was alone. Just her. And. Them.
Her eyes are red and puffy. Her lips are as cold as ice. She stares at the written note like it was the enemy. Not until the tears in her eyes started to run down her face like rain. Slowly, she removes the razor from her pocket and moves it against her left wrist. And, with confidence, she moves down her wrist, splitting open instantly.
Redness, runs down her arm, dripping from her arm to the desk and the floor. She feels no pain; there is too much darkness inside to hurt her. She picks herself up and slowly moves to bed, grabbing hold of her wrist. Leaving a trail of red on the white floor. She jumps in her bed and hides in the sheets.
She's tired, time to go to sleep. She shuts her eyes... And never opens them again.
Meanwhile, her mother comes home from work. She calls out for her, but there was no answer. She walks up the stairs and opens the door. What her mother saw, should never be seen. Her little angel underneath red stained sheets, and floor. She falls to the ground, screaming in agonising pain. Her baby girl. Her baby girl. She craws to the bed, pulling the sheets off her daughter face. She looks like as she is in peace, her eyes shut and her mouth in a shape of a smile. The face went as red as red, wet as rain, and shocked in pain.
She moved forward and put her baby girl in her arms. The screams of a mother are painful to bare. She looked around the room. With the curtains closed, clothes on the floor and razor at the desk. Especially, the note. She pulled her daughter back on the bed and warbled to the desk. Picking up the note. Tears roll down her face as she reads word by word.
"My dear sweet mother,
I might have not been the best daughter for a while. I'm really sorry that I'm doing this to you. This is mostly to help myself. This is a cruel, disgusting, gruesome world we live in. No good people should live in a place like this. I tried for so long to fix this, to change the bad. But it's all a major mistake. I was born wrong. I was born ugly, fat, stupid, a freak. No one wanted to be my friend because I'm different. It is better if I was dead than alone. This nightmare is never gonna end. I know it will be better on the other side. I know I will be born a better person than this one. So this is my last letter. To anyone. I'm sorry that I have to go, but I need to. But, I know in a year or so, you all will forget that I lived in this god forsaken world. I would be another forgotten corpse in the ground. I love you, with all my little blue heart, I love you.
Goodbye Mother;
Goodbye World."
~~FIN