The girl fell back against the headstone.
The tree's undulating branches guarded her, caressing her hair with its dark branches.
Her faithful razor had performed well, succeeding in the fatal job.
She lay panting. Dizzy, so dizzy...
She knew that the note she'd written would be found, lying on the bedside desk in her room.
She knew that it explained everything, why she harmed herself.
Why she committed suicide, and where she was now.
She knew that she'd cause her parents so much grief, but she didn't care anymore. She was tired of being laughed at, and ridiculed by the bullies. She was tired of having to please everyone else. She wanted to be selfish, and do what she felt was right for once.
For she couldn't take it anymore.
