Suicidal Note: Take me to a better place.

Fallen's Story

My time has come. It is time for me to go. Time for me to lift off the ground and fly. My feet dont belong on the grounds of this earth anymore.

Hi, I'm Fallen. I swear nobody on this earth knows my name. I bet when this note is found with my body hanging from the ceiling, nobody would care. But Imma tell my story anyway.
I was found in a burning house when I was 2. Left there by my birth parents. They never wanted me. They didn't want me to live. So they put me to sleep, left the house and burned it down. But unlucky for me, the firemen came and saved me. They could've left me there to die. My life would've been better like that. To die before I could be put in years of misery.

When I was five, I was put in a foster home. There was a mother, a father, and a son. When you first look at them, they look like a perfect family. But they were broken. The mother was depressed. So she decided to have another child to keep her busy. That's why she got me. Sweet little five year old girl in a house with a depressed old lady, her alcoholic husband and her jealous 17 year old son. Nothing wrong could happen. Her son, Liam, was jealous because his own mother forgot about him for the new little girl in the house. And her husband, Michael, was a drunk and was mad that his wife doesn't give good sex anymore, and his whores were run out. So to get revenge, they go after the next big thing. Me. The little five year old girl. The father wanted to feel pleasure on his dick from my virgin vagina. And the son just wanted me to feel pain from stealing his mother. They raped every night until I was nine.They some times forced me to do shows for them in small sexy outfits. When I turned nine, I ran away. And the foster care found me again and put me in other homes. Every 2 months I was in a new home. And my school wasn't any better. I was considered a freak. I was anti-social. I didn't speak. I had hundreds of cuts going up and down my arms. Never had any friends. And I had philophobia. It was the fear of love. I was afraid to love anyone. Afraid to fall in love. So I pushed everyone away. That's why I never loved. But there was this one boy. Isaiah. He was the only one that was nice to me. He always talk to me even though I never talked back. He would defend me, sit with me at lunch and walk me to all my classes. He would hug me, sometimes even kiss me and call me his girlfriend. He would kiss my cuts, and sneak in my room at night just so he can smell my hair. It was kinda creepy, but sweet. But then one day he told me he loved me. And I automatically pushed him away. Even though I did love him back, I was so afraid. So I pushed away the only person that cared for me. And he probably has a new life with a new girlfriend. And I'm sitting here about to kill myself. But it's all good, nobody would care that I'm not here. So goodbye everyone.

-Fallen Jacqueline Anderson

Fallen stood on the stool and looked at the picture she paint on her wall of a perfect life and family. With a mom, dad, sisters and brothers, and Isaiah. She wrapped the rope around her neck and said her last words.

" Take me to a better place" And she kicked the stool and hung there in peace.