HER.
I sat there up against the door frame.
My shirt soaked in my own tears.
Everything had been going wrong lately.
There wasn't a reason for me to no longer be here.
Ruining people's lives.
I moved out of the crouched position I was in and grabbed the balled up piece of paper along, with the pen.
Dear, Daniel.
You didn't give me time to explain myself. You didn't listen to what I had to say. You didn't care anymore. You said you wouldn't leave me through whatever we went through. This always happens when I make mistakes. I don't know if you'll be able to read this either. I hope you and Ariana have a nice life. Raise her right and tell her mommy always will love her, forever. I can't do this anymore. Make sure you tell my family, I'm sorry. Thank you for giving me such an amazing relationship and teaching me how to love. I'll always love you even when you hate me.
Love always, Zo.
I folded the wrinkly piece of paper neatly and stood up from the floor. I walked into the living room and placed it on the table.
Now, it's time to go.
There was no time for thinking.
Carefully, I walked into the kitchen and grabbed the knife that sat on the counter.
Time to see how it feels to die.
Silence.
I held the knife in my hand and forcefully rammed it into my stomach.
Blood now stained my wet shirt also.
My legs gave out, dropping me to the floor.
It's all over now.
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really debated on positing this but, here it is. i'm sorry if this is extremely sad? but, yeah. /:
