"Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forget life, to be at peace."
—Oscar Wilde, The Canterville Ghost
She walked into your room after a long time,
it was still the same,
the same pictures,
the room was untouched.
One specific picture caught her eye,
it was two kids smiling,
the girl was laughing,
the boy was her protector,
they both were happy,
an emotion she has not felt in a while,
after you left her.
You both came into this word together,
and you promised her that you would stay,
that you would never leave her,
but you didn't,
you broke your promise,
she was so mad at you for leaving.
Probably now she can finally be with you,
she thought as she walked into her bathroom,
she took one last look at herself,
her eyes were red,
her face was tired,
she looked pathetic,
she finally took the knife,
and she slit her writs.
I can finally be happy again,
was her last thought,
before darkness consumed her.
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Short StoryThey called her the mean girl. She was who the girls envied, who the guys lusted for. TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains self-harm, suicide, slut-shaming.
