Letters To Suicidal

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When Eumee's eyes met with Kyler's, she felt it begin to sting with tears. She didn't want this to happen. All she'd ever wanted was to continue writing letters. All she'd wanted to do was remain as somebody that was unknown.

But when she saw him, she felt so much emotions rushing up to her heart and mind.

So she ran.

That's all she's ever done.

Run.

Run and leave everything behind. Run and try to be happy. Run and leave her problems. Run.

And she never was happy.

When she'd reached a hefty distance, she sat at a red bench that was parked just outside of the open playground. Children were screaming, most of them running around or swinging on the swings, the slide and sand box mostly ignored and unattended to.

That's what she's done to Kyler, and that thought seemed to bury itself into her chest and stop her from breathing normally. Her chest heaved heavily. Her eyes were still stinging with tears. Her nose was presumably red. Why'd I run? She thought to herself. She buried her head in her hands.

And, there lies the problem.

Why did she run?

Because Kyler saw her?

Because she saw Kyler?

Because Kyler found out I was mute. She thought once again. She wiped her eyes of the still trapped tears inside of them. She was mute. And she knew that that was reason enough for everybody to stay away from her. She couldn't say anything. She couldn't speak up for herself whenever somebody told her to.

When people began to give her strange looks, she stood up, her legs faltering lightly. Her face must have looked horrible, was what she'd thought at first. She'd wanted to go to her new, crummy, still run-down, apartment and wash up or make sure she didn't look as horrible as she thought.

But she didn't. Instead, she found herself walking the path to the brick wall where she had earlier, and for the past few days, left two pieces of brown paper with a rock on it. She'd expected Kyler to still be standing there, maybe sitting on the wall. When he wasn't, a surge of disappointment and guilt washed over Eumee.

But what she did find, was a piece of the brown paper gone, the blank one still on the wall.

At the very bottom of the brown paper, in large, messy handwriting, she saw it.

"You're beautiful."

I'm sorry if I'm portraying Eumee as any other female lead - mostly broken and hurting, weak and couldn't stand up for themselves because they have too many stuff going on and too many emotions they can't handle. But Eumee is mute. She can't speak up for herself, and as much as I'd love to make her strong and independent because of her loss, I feel like it wouldn't fit in with the story.

Please leave comments or vote, because I'd love to hear what you think. Constructive criticism is welcome c:

- aubrey