When the World Came Crashing Down.
It was unexpected when the world around her started to crumble. She remembered being happy, having a good family, a nice house, great friends, and everything seemed to be going great for her. But as they say the good things in life don't always last. First things at home started getting worse. School, which was once a nuisance, soon became a safe haven for her. Her friends were her only source of joy. Then that too started to crumble, and she felt the joy and happiness slipping from her slim fingers. Her family ignored her, her friends hated her, her grades were slipping, her house was being foreclosed on, and she felt so alone. She felt helpless. She couldn't do anything at all to stop her life from becoming a tragic mess. Then he came along. He made her smile. With him she could forget everything in the world. But as they say the good things in life don't always last, and this good thing only lasted for about a week. Then she found out that it was all a lie. He had never felt for her what she had felt for him. He had tricked her, and once again she felt her world crumbling around her, but this time it was too much. The pain of the loss was just too much for her handle. That was the first time that she had ever cut herself. From then on the cuttings only got worse, and more frequent. Teachers worried, but she knew that it was only artificial, only a part of the duty that they felt they had to fufill as a teacher, and she knew that there was no real care in that. Her parents suspected nothing, for how can you suspect someone of doing something when you can't even bear to look at them? Her friends ignored her in the hallways, and if they ever happened to catch her eye they turned away quickly, or scowled. She was alone, and hurt, and the pain was becoming more and more unbearable each day. She couldn't go on much longer. The cutting wasn't helping, it was a temporary relief to the crushing pain, but it wasn't enough. Then she saw him again. He was back, and he acted as though he had never known her, never met her, never shared secrets with her, or held her as she cried at night. That was the first and last time she thought about commiting suicide. In fact it was almost the very last thing she thought at all, for when she got home that evening she wrote a letter, and by the next morning she was gone. Her parents found her on the bathroom floor, blood still seeping from the large gash in her neck, the knife still in her hand, and a few hours later they found the note that had taken hours to write, the note with only five simple words,
"I'm sorry, please forgive me."
