...My name is Anna-Marie Brown, Anna for short. I'm eighteen years old. This is how I lost my freedom, my sanity, friends, and more because of killing myself. But let's not go ham and start the first little bit of the story at the ending. This is how I lost it all...
I started out like any other orphan, praying that someone good would adopt me from the hell that is called Winshire, school for the orphaned. Or at least that's what they called it on the outside. The "superintendent" raped the young ones and the older ones were sold off into prostitution. The smarter ones were the favorites and put as the front line of the school, luckily I was one of them. The smarts weren't sold, we went to college to get a better education is what we got told but it mostly was to represent them. Even if we were the favorites it didn't mean shit when it came to doing chores and getting beatings if we were tardy. Usually we would get more, we were the pride and joy therefore got treated worse to be better.
We were all depressed waiting to end it, but truth be told most of us wanted the better life the school could, and we know it would, offer us. Our death would be hidden, never be brought up. It's happened before, but I don't care. I have to end it. I can't handle it anymore without Patricia, a friend who was sold because she got too old and wasn't smart enough. I know I'll find her on the news sometime soon, the person they sold her to wasn't a good person.
I just took a bunch of pills and locked myself on the roof, they'll never find me. And if they do, they couldn't get to me. It's been fifteen minutes, it will be over soon.
When I look back on my life, I don't feel bad for doing this. It was a means to an end. Patricia and I spent most of our lives together, we did everything together. But now that's just torn to shred by whoever makes the call to send the girls where. I'm going to hell, there is no if's and's or but's about it. That was the way I was raised, therefore that is where I'll go.
I see it now. Dark, yet bright at the same time, hot and the screams of others will fill my ears as I burn everlastingly in the pits of desperation and wanting for a better life.
I feel the pills start to take effect, I'm giddy. I'm happier than I've ever been. Who knew on the verge of desolation is our happiest thoughts and memories, that is until you realize all the horrible shit that has happened to you.
All the people that got taken away, all the people raped and misused, all the people violated in more than a couple ways. Soon I'll be rid of this place, and it will take another victim. I wonder what the last thought, of the others that have done this, was. Was it, "I'm free!" Or was it more morbid like my own?
Everything's becoming numb, I can't move much less breathe. I know what would've happened to me if I had lived, I would eventually have to pay back my debts to the school. However much they seem necessary for my job title, it could hundreds of thousands or millions. My life, although it's about to end, feels better this way.
