It was hard. The first thought I had holding the gun to my head was just that. It's going to be hard. I never thought it would be this hard to pull a trigger. But I knew it would be the right thing to do. I had made my choice. There was no going back. I tried not to think about the note on my desk. Or the blood that would splatter the wall. I just thought about him. He was the reason. Not the reason the cold gun barrel was so hard to put to my head, the reason it was even there. The reason I was doing this. I was going to take my own life.
Take my own life. The words should scare me but through the tears streaming down my face I could only seen through tunnel vision. And I could only feel like everything was distant like I was a different person. I couldn't help but think about how bad he hurt me. About how it was his words that but me in this situation. "Just go kill yourself, emobitch." His once sweet voice rang in my ears and I pulled. I pulled the trigger and heard the shot. Then I saw the blood. I hit the ground roughly, but I couldn't feel anything as the room around me, what used to be my room, went black.
They read the note with tears in there eyes, my parents. I watched from a distance as they read my parting words. The words I had written for somebody else knowing my parents would read the letters loud at my funeral. As the paper slide from my mothers fingers to hit the ground I saw the writing for the last time.
I'm sorry. Don't worry. I'm with the angels now. Watching over you my love.
Forever yours,
Siren.
