Letters from Suicide | √ ς๏๓קlєtє๔

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Dear Victoria,

I was there from the beginning of it all. You wondered and pondered if you weren't good enough. It affected you so much that you grew thin.

The day when you went out for grocery shopping and you saw the gasoline truck going at neck breaking speed down the road, I heard your thoughts clearly; this is it, this is my escape. Then out into the road you stepped. Not even I know how it happened though I was in the very midst of it. Some how you ended up on the sidewalk where you were previously. Then before you know it you were whizzed to the hospital mightily quickly.

Your husband got the call. When they released you, he carried you home and gave you some harsh whipping. And how I could here your voice wishing you had died instead. Though the bruises were all over your body, it's a wonder how the doctors didn't ask about them though they stripped your clothes to examine you.

But why am I saying all this?

Though you may have a 'valid' reason to want death so badly as you husband abuses you every night, it's not valid enough when there is help for you. In my travels, I have found an organisation that helps abused wives like yourself. It's just two blocks from your home. Ask around and you are sure to find it.

I have an amazing idea too! You see when you get away from him completely, use your story to save those just like you. It's not your fault that you are abused. NO! It isn't!

However I just want to tell you that I'm no longer in service. I'm retiring as I've come to the conclusion that life is too valuable to be wasted and besides I love your smile.

~ Suicide