This is it. I've reached my breaking point. I'm done. I give up. These are my thoughts as I'm standing there, under the ceiling beam with a rope in my hand, thinking about ending it once and for all. I've lost all hope in having the perfect family I've wished for so long. Being abused for 16 years without end and I still had that hope. But tonight they took it too far. My parents had not only beat me but had also put a gun to my head telling me that I am worthless and nobody will ever love or care about me. It was at that moment that I realized that they were right. No one would ever want someone like me, not even my own parents do. All of these years of abuse is part of the reason why I am currently standing under my ceiling beam on a chair with a rope in my hand without a feeling of regret. Nobody will miss me. My friends at school only want to be my friends because I'm popular. I just want friends that care about me and will be there for me. They won't miss me. They never even noticed the scars on my arms and legs. You can see them when I am wearing my cheerleading uniform, no matter how much I try to hide them. These scars are just a reminder. A reminder that no one will ever care about me. These scars are from when I fall into the deep pit of depression. From when I just want to end it all but can't. But I am finally doing it. And nobody will miss me. I didn't leave a note. Nobody would read it. I tied one end of the rope around the beam and then tied a noose around my neck. I kick the chair away. And the moment I do, I hear a door open, someone scream, and then it all goes black.
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He's Worth It to Me
RomansaThis is the story of how me, Megan, grew up in a life which I found not worth living. But one day I found a light that showed me that life really is worth living. That light is Nate. Along the way, things happen. Some say that he is not worth fighti...
