◤amnesia◥ |l.h|

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(trigger warning again)

Brooklyn's POV

once I got to my room. I just hit my head against the wall.
why was I given a life I don't deserve?
I hate this.
i hate myself.
why can't I be loved?
why can't I love myself?
why can't someone love me?
I didn't want to be here anymore.

I had to escape.

no one cared.

I just remember my mom was too drunk to even care at the moment so I ran downstairs.

"going to Shelby's house!"

even if she was sober she would know that's a lie.

I'm so tired of living this life.
nothing is getting better.
everything is getting worse.

I grabbed the keys to my car and headed to the garage.

I sat in the front seat of the car and sat there for a second and thought.

I'm so sorry.

I decided to write a note.

dear loved ones,
I'm sorry. I'm really really sorry I didn't tell you about all of this that was going on in my life. I'm sorry for not being able to talk about my feelings. life was just getting too hard for me. I'm not able to think anymore. I can't stand this anymore. I'm done. I love you but I can't be here anymore. luke, if you're reading this im mostly sorry , you mean the world to me and when I see you with Chelsea I just think "why couldn't I be as good or as pretty as her" that's your choice though and I have loved you luke. all this time. but you could never see that.
I'm sorry .
please make my funeral nice.
yours,
Brooklyn

I crumbled up the note and put it in my pocket and turned the keys in the car. pulling out of the garage.

my mom won't care.
she never does.

I drove to the nearest bridge I could think of.
it wasn't very high but it was a bridge with water under it and the fall would probably be able to kill you. there are a few rocks by the bridge , if you hit your head you would most likely get a concussion. there weren't cars because the bridge was too thin to fit cars so I just parked the car near the bridge.
"this is it" I whispered to myself.
"no more suffering" I start to cry but I can't tell if I'm crying from the pain or crying because I honestly have no idea what I'm doing.

I remember the crumpled paper.
I leave it in my pocket.
maybe people will find it, maybe they won't.

I start to walk to the bridge. tears streaming down my face every step of the way. once I get there I put one foot over the railing that is against the side and then another.

I look down at the river.
this was it

"they always said angels could fly", I whispered as I took another step and jumped.