"What's wrong?" he asked | Klance

Alone | Chapter 1

I feel alone in this small world. No one can understand my pain. I've tried so hard to reach out to people, but no matter how hard I try, I seem to distance myself a little farther from everyone else. I have no one. Not a single person in my life. No friends, no family to love. Nothing. I am truly alone in this world.

As I sit alone in my room, I contemplate my life. I am nothing. No one will ever notice I'm gone.

I sigh, laying down on my bed, and thinking of many options to do it. I've always said that I'll do it, and do it, I shall. Now, nothing can stop me. I am worthless. A waste of fucking space.

Pills? That'll just make a mess after I overdose. Hanging? I've tried choking myself out, I hate it so much. Bullet? That'll just leave a mess behind for someone to clean up, and I don't want to be a burden. Starvation? Too long of a wait. Jumping?

Jumping. That'll leave a mark. It'll show people a message. It's perfect. They'll know what to look out for after me. Maybe they can save the next suicidal person.

It's almost perfect; it'll still leave a mess. But the message is pure. I'll leave a letter too. I hope they understand.

Just like everything else in this world, it all must come to an end. Even if you have to end it yourself.

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