WANNA KILL YOURSELF? Imagine this,
you come home from school one day,
you've had yet another horrible day
you're just ready to give up, so you go to your room, close the door, and take out that suicide note you've written or rewritten over and over and over you take our those razor blades, and cut for the very last time, you grab the battle of pills and take them all. Laying down, holding the letter to your chest, you close your eyes for the very last time, a few hours later, your little brother knocks on you door to come tell you dinners ready, you don't answer, so he walks in, all he sees is your laying on your bed, so he thinks you're asleep he tells your mom this,
your mom goes to your room to wake you up, she notices something is odd.
She grabs the paper in your hand and reads it. Sobbing, she tries to wake you up, she's screaming your name, your brother, so confused, runs to go tell dad that ''mommy is crying and sissy wont wake up, your dad runs to your room.
He looks at your mom, crying, holding the letter to her chest, sitting next to your lifeless body. It hits him, what's going on, and he screams,he screams and throws something at the wall. And then, falling to his knees he starts to cry. Your mom crawls over to him, and they sit there, holding each other, crying, the next day at school there's an announcement, the principal tells everyone about your suicide its takes a few seconds for it to sink in, and once of does, everyone goes silent, everyone blames theme selves, your teachers think they were how hard on you, those mean popular girls, they think of all the things they've said to you, that boy that used to tease you and call your names, he cant help but hate himself for never telling you how beautiful you really are. Your ex boyfriend the one that you hold everything to, that broke up with you. He cant handle it he breaks down and starts crying, and runs out of the school. Your friends?
they're sobbing too.
Life had taken a turn for the better ever since my troubled brother was incarcerated for life. However, one day, a sense of unease crept over me and my best friend as we noticed a mysterious figure tailing us through the bustling town.
"Ally, who's that man?" my best friend inquired, her voice tinged with concern. I scanned the area nervously, my heart pounding.
"We should get out of here," I urged, seizing her arm as we hastily made our way through the crowded streets.
Abruptly, I awoke from a disquieting nightmare, my screams ricocheting through the silent house.
"Mom, there's a man chasing me in my dreams," I gasped out, my hands trembling. She attempted to soothe me, attributing the tumultuous visions to my overactive imagination.
On one occasion, I inadvertently overheard my mom and aunt engaged in a hushed conversation, puzzling over what impending revelation they were deliberating.
Eventually, I mustered the courage to confront the enigmatic man who had been shadowing me.
"Why have you been following me? Who are you?" I demanded, my voice quivering with trepidation.
"I am Aleekie Smith," he disclosed, leaving me dumbfounded.
"You're the man from my dream," I whispered, the pieces falling into place.
The drama unfolded further as I crossed paths with a former boyfriend adamant on asserting control, his aggression escalating to a perilous climax when he brandished a firearm.
Feeling ensnared, I made a pivotal decision to extricate myself from the tumult, severing ties with everyone in a dramatic departure.
Amidst escalating tension and conflict, an unexpected source of solace materialized in the form of my father, ushering the narrative into an unforeseen trajectory.
To uncover the compelling trajectory of events that ensued, I urge you to continue reading. This is merely the entrancing prologue of the gripping saga that awaits. Don't forget to vote and comment!