Dear Friend,
The reason Im writing to you in the first place is because you don't judge or spread gossip or think too much about what I'm about to tell you or try to sleep with me, you just listen. And in this hellish world we're growing up in today, I think we need more people like you. Now, for the sake of people's privacy and safety, I have changed all of the names in these, and any more to come, letters.
This, is my story. The story of why I decided to end my life.
Okay, here we go, no turning back. My name is Ash Shold. I am sixteen years old, 5'9 thats mostly legs/arms, I have big gray eyes, a pale complexion, and dark brown hair that never agrees with me on anything. Sounds like your average sophmore right? Wrong. I'd bet that you did'nt know about the arthreitis or asthma that contaminates my body. I'd bet that you didn't know about the nightmares that haunt me everynight or the flash-backs of the incident. I'd bet that you didn't know about the eight years of bullying I endured or the scars on my back from being abused by my older brother. I'd bet you did'nt know about what my father did to me when i was home alone with him when i was seven, or the "incident" that ruined my life.
