Berry's book of oneshots

The End. - my first one shot!

Wow. I feel.so sad now. Anyway, songs: I Lived, If I Lose Myself, or Can't Stop by OneRepublic. (In listened to all of these while in was writing. The feels doe...)-I strongly recommend I Lived!

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I get home from school, and know my mom is at work, and my dad is probably drunk at some bar. I race up the stairs to my room, and let my backpack fall to the floor. Walking towards my bed, I reach the edge, and slide down, putting my head in my hands.

[I can't take this anymore... the names I'm called, the things people do to me! The looks I get...]

Sighing, I stare at my ruined wrists. Forever scarred. Newly healed marks cover my pale skin. Cutting isn't enough. I don't want pleasure, I want death. [I'm done with this... lif- hell-hole!]

I have thought about suicide for a while now. I've always been too afraid. I'm an only child. My mother would be hysterical. I couldn't do that to her, she's kind to me. My father, on the other hand, he doesn't care. He's always drunk... that's all he ever has 'time' for. Today, I know I will die. This isn't another fail attempt. Today, I will end this.

Before I do anything else, I decide to write a letter. I pick up a pen from my desk, and begin to write;

[ Dear reader,

Hey, it's me. Yeah, you probably already know who wrote this. No need to write a name. It doesn't matter, I'm worthless. You'll find my dead body, anyway. It will be better when I'm gone. Nobody cares for me... except you Mom, sorry about this... you probably will be the first to find this. I love you. I want you to know that. You and Dad did nothing wrong. The kids at school though, they may have something to do with this. I will miss you, Mom. Only you...

Now I know I shouldn't have killed myself, but I can't take it anymore. You wouldn't understand, reader. Why did I even get bullied? What did I ever do? I was a normal girl, I never did anything wrong, or embarrassing! I had only once decided to become best friends with Miss Popular's boyfriend... ok that's probably where the rumors started... Sigh. I was in 5th grade! Ugh. Popular people disgust me. Or, maybe I just won't ever meet a good, kind-hearted, popular person. Oh well... I've lived enough of life.

I'm truly sorry, Mom. I don't want you to try anything. I love you, and trust you to be mature about this... heck, what I'm doing is immature. Just... forget about me.

I guess...

Goodbye, forever.]

I fold the tear-soaked letter, and leave it on the desk. On the outside of the folded paper, I write; please read. I then enter my bathroom. With my shaking hand, I open my cupboard, and grasp a bottle of pills. I walk back into my room.

I sit in front of my desk, letter in my lap, pill bottle in my right hand. I twist open the cap, and pour a handful into my palm. I take the letter in my empty hand, so my mother will see it. I bring the pills to my mouth, and swallow them all.

I don't die right away. I know there's no turning back now, the damage is done, I realize. [No!] I want to scream for help, but the only noise that comes out of my mouth is a faint choke. I shouldn't have done this, I... the world around me begins to spin, my vision blurs and I'm blindly aware of anything, I can't focus on my surroundings. A single tear slides down my smooth cheek. It's too late... this is... Everything goes black.

The End.

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Hope you liked!! ;-; poor girl...

*inspired by YouTuber thatsojack video: It Gets Better (Suicide Prevention)*