Gone From The World

I locked the door behind me as the tears streamed down my face. That's it. I had enough. I was going to end this now and for all. I leaned against the sink and stared at myself in the mirror. My dark eye makeup had smeared. I slipped my hoodie off and let me dark black hair fall in my face. With shaky fingers, I grabbed the pills from the medicine cabinet. I was done, I had enough. I pulled the lid open, throwing it on the ground, and poured a handful if small white tablets and slipped them into my mouth. My name's Evelyn Brooks. I am seventeen years old. I've been raped, abused, and everything in between. My parents didn't want me. I've been pushed around from home to home. No one wants me. I am not afriad of death. To be honest, I welcome it with open arms. I've had enough of this place I call my "life". And so goodbye.