Sympathy-G.D. Short Story

Three (Last Part)

Warning: Suicidal thoughts and actions

*Mia's POV*

I nearly choked swallowing the pills. The world around me turns blurry and the walls seem to be caving in on me. My hearing has gone out- leaving everything a murmur in my brain.

My head babs up and down- ready to fall into the never ending sleep- the most peaceful kind.

The door slams open and I am faced with two blurry figures. My parents? No. Ethan and Grayson? Oh shit, no, why them?

One comes into the tub holding me.  Shaking me. Screaming at me when though I can't make out the words. He has to be Grayson, I could tell by the way he holds me- almost like cradling a baby.

On the other hand, Ethan paces the bloody tiled floor with a phone in hand- seemingly calling 9-1-1.

"No... don't call someone... let me die!" Is the only words I can muster at the moment.

My body starts to shake. Thrash. Scream at the top of my lungs letting out the raw and pure emotions I am feeling.

"NO. I WANT TO DIE. CAN'T YOU SEE THAT'S WHAT I WANT?!"

Then it all went black.

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(Play song)

I wake up feeling a good breeze flowing around me- surrounded in clouds, wearing a white lace up top, and jean shorts, paired with heals. (Outfit above) 

Why white? White is for angels. Aren't I supposed to be in hell? Suicide is a sin, right?

I walk up the marble staircase, towards the pearly gates. He sat there waiting for me along side my dearest friend I lost to cancer last year.

"Why am I here? I obviously shouldn't be." I whispered to the people before me.

" We all carry our burdons and have our sins, but everybody deserves a sample of heaven," God said to me. He pointed to the earth and said, " I am only disappointed because you did not tell the people you care about the most in this world about your thoughts and feelings."

I looked down with tears in my eyes, I saw the boys - and even Abby- surrounding my body, crying into each other's arms, not speaking a word.

Of course my parents weren't there. My mom is dead, Jackie is probably snorting coke, and my dad? Drunk out of his mind at a bar. They didn't even care to show up to complain about how much of a p*ssy I was for killing myself.

Why would I even want them there? They beat me and raped my on the daily.

The only part that killed me was the look on everyone's faces. So to settle my mind I am going to say something...

Grayson- I love you. Always have and always will. Your the only boy I liked since I came out in 5th grade. I may like girls, but I love you.

Ethan- you are my best friend.  You made me laugh and teased me about liking your brother because I trusted you enough to tell you. Plus you took me to play hide-n-seek in target with you when you couldn't sleep. Thank you for the memories.

Abby- I officially met you 3 years ago. You were the only one who knew about my parents. You broke my walls down just enough for you to jump inside and nearly suffocate my in your infamous hugs. The best hugs ever.

Now I feel sympathy for myself, not knowing what they thought about this whole situation.

But you can't feel sympathy for me. I wanted this. There is no need to feel sympathy for me.

*Grays POV*

Everyone is mortified. How could we lose her? She didn't even trust us to tell us how she felt. The sad thing is that she didn't even trust us to tell us about her parents.

The doctor came in and told us that we had five more minutes. This made everyone cry 10x harder.

I crawled into her bed and held her lifeless body. " Lying next to you, in this bed with you I with convinced, cause, I don't know how, I don't know how heaven- heaven could be better than this." Is said, quoting her favorite song, and kissed the tip of her head.

"She loved you, you know?" Ethan mumbled into his folded hands.

"Yeah she did. She fell so hard. Emma was just a cover up really- she never loved her as much as she loved you. If only she made a move like I told her to." She laughed dryly wiping her tears.

"She wanted him to make the move though." E pointed out.

Me on the other hand am dumbfounded. How could I not see That? She did always hang out with me more than Emma. Wow. I'm such a fuck up.

Now the sympathy takes over.

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Hi guys! Sorry I left you hanging.

And this is the ending to my short story!

Love you guys ❤