Short Stories

"You find your own suicide note, dated 3 days ago"

Beep. Beep. Beep.
I turn off my alarm clock. It gets very annoying. I look over to see the time. 6:15am, it's Monday morning the 16th. I have to get up for school. I slowly get up from bed and go to the bathroom to get ready. After I showered and got dressed I checked my phone. No text or anything from anyone. They must still be mad about what I didn't tell them on Thursday. They never knew how i felt. How I would rather leave home then stay till I'm 18 years old. That I think about running away. Also that I've never liked myself. They were mad that I never said anything. That they would of help me. I go down stairs to get breakfast. No one was there. So I ate breakfast and grabbed my backpack and left. I saw no cars in the drive way. They must of gone somewhere. I walked to the bus stop. None of the people in my grade or above are there. Only 2 freshmen. They must of gotten a ride. The bus came and we went to school. There wasn't many people here yet. I didn't see any of my friends. They must be mad at me still. I walked to my  locker and saw a bunch of kids standing around something across from my locker. I just walked to were they were standing at. I saw a picture of me and flowers. They were crying. "What's going on?" I ask but no one answered me. So I walked over to my locker and opened it. I saw a folded piece of paper. That said,'To who every finds this first.' I have no idea what it was. So I opened it and read it.
"Dear friends,   
I'm sorry I had to do this, but I couldn't be here any longer. I didn't fit in. I was not as cool and pretty as you guys. I felt judged every where. I hated my self. Only one person made me love my life. Now with them gone I'm nothing. I'm sorry I never want to hurt you guys. I always love you. Don't forget that.
From,
Elizabeth Rose
12-13-14"
This was my suicide note. It's dated 3 days ago. And I don't remember a thing.