In the year 1999, April 5 to be exact. A teenager, the age of 13 named Alison Monroe. (Sorry, if that's your name!) She was gorgeous, she had beautiful blonde wavy hair, hazelish eyes, perfect skin. (picture on the side) She was suicidal, a cutter, and well, depressed. Her family hated her, her friends left her. She was bullied to the point of breaking. She was alone, would never leave her room. Well on that day, April 5...and 3:16 in the morning she decided, enough was enough. She dressed in her favorite dress. A white/silver dress down to her knees, tight on top, loose on the bottom, flowers along the waste. She ran downstairs, to grab some notebook and a pen. Opened the coat closet and grabbed her fathers fishing rope. When she got back upstairs, she wrote her letter saying:
"Dear mother, father, and my sister, Elane.
I'm sorry that I have left you like this, I have cried for help to many times, and none of you noticed. It's not fair to know you hate me, as much as I hate my worthless self. I know you think I'm pathetic probably, but so do I, so does everyone else. I'm not going to miss my constant battle to live anymore and that is why I am doing this. I love you and love you all, but I'm sorry. Goodbye"
She placed a few cuts on her wrist and decided, it's time. She brought the chair underneath the fan and got on it to tie the rope around the fan. She stood on the chair, put the rope around her neck. As the tears fell quickly down her face she looked in the mirror acrossed from her, and whispered "Good bye, you worthless piece of shit, I'm sorry" Kicked the chair back and fell.
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The next morning her parents went into her bedroom and found her in instant the opened the letter and cried. The sobbing was unbelievable, the family was ruined. They burried her in the backyard, and the next morning they were out of the house. No one lived in that house for 13 years.
