WARNING - THIS MAY TRIGGER SOME PEOPLE OFF SO READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
Have you ever had a moment where you just give up on everything, on anyone? Where you don't want to live anymore? You can't fake a smile for any longer and you just want to end everything. That was a usual day for Zena.
Walking home alone from school as usual, she attempted her best to just ignore all the people yelling insults at her, although she could hear them as though they were right beside her, yelling in her ear. The more she tried to not let everything they said get to her emotions, the more that it failed.
Reaching the front door after a few moments, she twisted the shiny key into the lock, twisting it and allowing the door to open. She had parents, but they never said a word to her. She felt like nobody understood her. As usual, she carried her bag up the stairs and collapsed onto her bed into silent sobs once throwing her bag beside her, blaring out music so that she couldn't get accused of attention seeking.
Pulling down her sleeves as her scars dared to expose themselves, she quickly grabbed a handful of lined paper and a pen, clumsily scribbling a note to her parents before unzipping her bag, rummaging through it and once she finally felt the familiar plastic, she took out a tub of pills which she snook out of the schools first aid room.
Once she was satisfied with the note, she quickly scribbled her name at the bottom of the page before downing as many pills as she could at once, not stopping at a certain point. She wanted to end this torturous pain and she wanted it to end right now. She couldn't take it any longer. Nobody needed her, she was just another mouth to feed for her parents, just another student to have the displeasure to teach at school. There was no need for her even existing in her eyes, she had no friends, she always sat alone. She was just an easy target.
Laying back on her bed and letting the tablets kick in, allowing her whole body to just finish existing, she closed her eyes for the final time.
