The Longest Suicide Note
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This notebook will hold the series of events that will lead me and you -the reader- to the finale page. And when I reach the finale page I will kill myself... It's unclear now but by the time you reach the finale page you will understand this. See it's no one's fault but mine, but others are to be accounted for. So as you read and travel with me, a character you will grow to judge, I hope you don't judge me harshly. Because I have my reasons. Hi ... My name is Reilly. I am a fourteen year old girl. And if your reading this I'm probably already dead, because this... is my suicide note.
(Disclaimer: for those who know me in reality, no this isn't a real suicide note it does however include some true events) (Disclaimer: this story includes raw and honest dipictions of self harming, suicidal thoughts, and life events that may trigger PTSD or cause someone to feel uncomfortable.)
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"I like that I can read this in a child like voice for the beginning and that it's descriptive yet secretive." "I have so many things to say, but I'll start with, this was amazing. You seriously depicted every emotional turn with such great detail and strength and it's simply amazing" "You never cease to amaze me." * All the things I wish I could say but life just got in the way. My hopes and dreams all taken, my life turned around, I got lost and I don't think I'll ever be found. This story is a series of letters to my sister Ashley, someone I never had the chance to meet. It will walk through when I was a child and found out I was getting a sister to when I got older and understood why she never came into this world. Through this story you will see how this one thing had such an impact on my life and made me the person I am today. This one moment is what got me into writing. I went from imagining who she'd be as a person to making my own characters and stories so that I could escape the real world. This is my story. This is Ashley's story. This is my life. Update: The book is complete. I have revised and edited and I don't feel that there is anything left I need to say. Thank you for the reads, make sure to vote comment and follow.
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