The bullies.
They were the reason for it all.
The girls laughing in the corridors, making fun of her clothing, her interests, her friendships.
The boys touching her, pushing her, laughing at her. School became hell, with all the demons she was forced to call classmates.
And it didn't stop at home.
They tortured her over the internet, over social media, over communication.
They sent her public messages and private messages, all bearing the same hurtful words and statements.
It was unbearable.
Absolutely unbearable.
The girl knew her parents were nowhere near being rich, and couldn't buy everything others could.
She didn't blame them for having a terrible job, a terrible education...a terrible daughter.
They tried to help her deal with the bullies. But they failed.
Their words, their hugs...it didn't help.
Because no one and nothing could help her.
No one knew how far she'd gone.
No one would until tonight.
The tears fell faster, and her peripheral vision was fading.
She could barely hear the wind whistling amongst the trees.
The girl knew no one really cared for her existence, besides her parents.
But even they would get over it eventually if she died.
The girl dug her nails into the marble headstone, yearning for her razor.
She could finish off the job. End her worthless life.
But it was on the floor, in her bedroom. And she couldn't go back. It would feel wrong to go back now, when she was so gone.
So she stayed.
