It's 10:53 PM on a Sunday night. You've already said "Good night!" to your parents and your siblings. They think you are asleep. You sit at your desk twirling a pen in your hand. You stare at the blank piece of paper as the tears refill your eyes for the fifth time tonight. You don't want to do it without writing a "goodbye letter".
You want to make sure your family knows why you did it. The tears fall onto the paper and you can not help the frustration as the droplets begin to ruin the paper. You crumble it up and break down even harder. You realize you can not even write the paper, so you look in the mirror once more and watch as your final tear falls.
Only a couple of moments later, your heart stops and the blood escapes your body to create a puddle on the floor.
But, nobody is going to care, right?
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You want to kill yourself?
General FictionThat's a story for the people who want to kill themselves. I hope you will understand my story.
