WARNING:
If you are sensitive to or are triggered by suicide thoughts and actions, please avoid this chapter.
Just know that you are loved and can get help <3
The National Suicide Hotline is 1-800-273-8255.
Dec 14, 2017
I slide down the cold, lifeless wall and fell onto my room floor. Tears dashed down my face like water cascading down a window. Breathe Tess, breathe. Thank god nobody is home. My brain feels disconnected and my vision begins to confuse reality with fantasy. A fantasy in which my hopes and dreams played out like I first pictured.
I shake my head and bring my knees up to my head.
How can I forgive someone so cruel? How many hours and days did I waste my life away for this person who I thought cared about me, someone who I thought lov-. NO. Just no. I shake my head to clear my thoughts.
Do I go on with this or should I end this madness?!?
Bing.
My eyes widen as I hear my phone go off. I think everything will be okay. I can finally relax. He was the same, he didn't change. He does care.
I bring my phone up to read the message.
Hey sweetie! You're father and I are going to stay out for a bit. Make sure to turn off the lights in the kitchen. Love you.
Dec 14, 2017, 5:11 PM
My frail hands clutch my phone and everything but the device in my hands begins to blur.
Is it me?
I push myself off of the ground by gripping the wall.
Why do people always leave me?
I stagger over to my door and swing it wide open.
Am I not good enough?
My ears ring and I feel like I'm floating over the stairs.
How do I come back from this?
I pass by the kitchen and flick off the switch to the lights.
Nobody would notice my absence, right?
The walls to the bathroom start to push and suffocate me.
Years will go by, I'll just be known as that one girl.
A lone tear falls down my flushed cheek as I push open the door.
He will probably be relieved. I'll no longer be a burden.
The door locks behind me and I push back my sleeves.
I'm sorry.
With a yank I pull the drawer out and grab my one anchor.
I'm sorry, I couldn't be the perfect daughter, the straight A student, the exceptional athlete.
I grasp the shower curtain and pull it to the side.
I'm sorry I couldn't be your everything.
With a determined hand I slide my fate into place.
I remembered to turn off the lights, mom.
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