Letters of Truth

Letters of Truth

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After my latest suicide attempt, due to my despondent persona and insane crippling thoughts, I was forced to comply with behavioral mental recommendations from my "Therapist". To you this may seem trivial or even bonkers. To me this blows. Being found in the bathtub that night, blood meshing perfectly in with the warm rushing water, might just be the only reason why I'm forced to do this. After being held captive at the BMH Center, where they probed my intellectual and emotional appeals, my condition of release depends on these letters. My truth on why I tried.... But doesn't mean you'll change once I tell you how I feel. Legally, I have no obligation to release my letters, but my life's hell. I could easily just give them to Mr. Titan, but that would be way too easy. Let's see what happens when the full truth comes out. Maybe these letters will make some learn to feel shame. Or remorse.. Maybe. There is only but one question I have for you. What are you going to do once the whole world knows the truth? Not just you whose reading this, but all to come who played a part in my sin. Let's start shall we? "I'm Mary, and this is my letter to the hell of you..."
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Save Me

I was drowning. I knew that. I also knew that the hands around my throat, pushing me deeper into the river water was the cause. What I didn't know was who was drowning me and why. It hurt thinking. It hurt to do anything right now. But I still screamed under the cold water and pushed the hands away as hard as I could. It didn't have much effect. I fought and fought, but I was getting weaker, and colder. The pain was overbearing. I couldn't breathe. It was the worst pain imaginable; and as the hands that were around my neck were forcibly ripped off by some unknown force, I slipped deeper into the depths of the river. My hair was straight above me along with my arms. My eyes were open and the water burned. A darkness started to pull me under, taking the pain away. I felt a small pressure around my waist, before the darkness completely consumed me. The last thing I remember is thinking, save me.

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