Zorua

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I looked out the window at the full moon, letting its cold light fill my face as I cried. 'I am useless. Life is not for me; I am misplaced. I do not belong,' I thought as I looked at my room, the darkness on lit by the moon light spilling into my room. I couldn't hold back anything as I let my emotions envelop me. 'It is time to go,' I thought, retrieving my nose from under my bed, letting my tears fall as I looped it around a light fixture, tying it tightly. Getting on top of my bed, I wrote a note, telling my mom she was not to blame. 'Look at  your precious child; are you proud of me?' I finished, folding it and placing it on my pillow. Slipping the noose around my neck, I let out one last breath.

'Goodbye,' I thought before taking the last step, falling..... falling...

Suicide is something I have thought of too often in my life. From bullies to an abusive family, I have had it all. Take this story if you want... spread awareness for all the children hurt by life before they lose theirs.

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