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» "Why don't you trust me? I can help you. I'll always be th...
I randomly start to check inside my mother's room, hoping to find one thing which would make me feel as if she was still with us, with me.
I had never expected this day to turn up.
My mother was no more.
Found dead three days ago.
She was dead.
Dead.
Every passing second made me think two things. One, she was never coming back. Two, no one was there who could save me from my dad's wrath.
He was still blaming me for my mother being found dead, with a bottle of poison pills in her hand as the white sticky substance made way out of her mouth.
Just the thought of her dead face made me want to curl up and die.
As I was about to go back in my room, I dashed into her cupboard and a diary fell on my head, hurting me in the process.
Ouch!
I picked up the diary and made my way into my room. As far as I was aware, my dad wouldn't be home at least for another three hours.
I climbed onto my bed and opened the diary. It was kind of a small diary, not the ones you write secrets in.
The contents were filled with birth dates of different people, maybe, and some phone numbers.
After checking all that was written in it, I decided to close it. It had nothing interesting inside.
But, something caught my eye.
Something which, I wasn't aware, could maybe change my life.
In block letters, on the last page it was written,
SUICIDE HELPLINE: 040 1234 6789
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