She Who Left [COMPLETED]

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[WARNING: This chapter contains suicide]

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"When you keep hurting someone, you do one of three things. Either you fill them up with hate, and they destroy everything around them. Or you fill them up with sadness, and they destroy themselves. Or you fill them up with justice, and they try to destroy everything that's bad and cruel in this world."

- Nick Lake, In Darkness

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December 18th, 2016 started as an ordinary Sunday but ended in a tragic series of events. While most teenagers her age slept in Camila got up at the crack of dawn, she wanted to see the sunrise for one last time. As a kid she would secretly wake up so early she wasn't sure what day it was just to see the sea of early morning purples turn into a bright fire of oranges. The birds would sing their sweet melodies just for Camila to hear as light was cascaded over every inch of the land around her. It was a sight that she never wanted to forget. An atmosphere she felt at home in, she felt liberated and safe. This was where she thrived.

At 10:59 am Camila sat, hands on her lap and eyes on the ground, as she waited for the minute to tick over and for the service to begin. How ironic that a man was preaching acceptance yet all she felt was alienated. Still, she sat quite and dipped her head for the prayers. Always the good girl, always the one who did as she was told. Her parents wondered where they had gone wrong to have such a sinful daughter who was yet so angelic. They could never come to terms with who she was but they could never have imagined what would've happened just 12 hours later.

At 3:45 pm Camila sat on a metal bench in the park hunched over To Kill A Mockingbird. A strand of hair fell from behind her ear to hand loosely in front of her eyes. She stopped reading to gently tuck it back as her eyes locked with four figures walking towards her. She let out a heavy sigh as the four females grew closer to her by the second. One last time, she promised herself, this would be the last.

At 4:00 pm Camila returned home, as promised. Face aching and ribs hurting - those were both sure to bruise - but Camila didn't care. She wouldn't be around to be reminded of her weakness. Isolated in her room she carefully took out the box concealed in her wardrobe. Upon opening it the young Latina gazed at the small shiny metal blades and sighed. Pushing them aside she pulled out a small collection of full envelopes. She would mail these later when on her way.

At 6:33 pm Camila finished helping her mother do the dishes. The whole time she kept her eyes trained out the window where she could see her best friend's house. The lights were on but the curtains closed, perhaps for the best. Had she seen her maybe, just maybe she would have tried to convince her that her plans were wrong. It was that reassurance she desired but knew she would never get. Nobody knew just how dark the brunette's mind was at times. How isolating, and empty it felt to walk in her shoes.

At 10:47 pm Camila pushed the envelopes through the small slot of the postbox. This was it, her final goodbye. Her walk was short and full of painful memories of who she would be leaving behind. The only one she saw actually caring or noticing was Sofi. It hurt to imagine her baby sister's reaction to the cold truth so she didn't. Instead, she wiped the tears that were already spilling and carried on walking. It was for the best, Camila thought to herself as she pushed forward.

At 11:11 pm Camila looked up at the sky, that was now pitch black and made a wish, she hoped no one else would ever feel the way she did. That her tragic story was never duplicated, but she knew too well that this would not come true. Camila heard everything they said about her, all the whispers, the writings on the walls, the texts. She remembered it all. She always listened to what they said, she always listened to their advice. Now she finally acted on it, now she was hanging from a tree in the park dressed in white. They finally got their way, they won. It was over. Her pain was gone. She would now be known as She Who Left...