After Suicide

After Suicide

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Waking up after dying is the strangest feeling. I knew I had succeeded, the overdose was enough and no one was home to stop me or to realize what I had done until it was too late. But this morning, I opened my eyes, right before my alarm went off. My light flicked on as my mom entered my room, "Lily," she called, "it's time to get..." she trailed off, tears filling her eyes. "Mom?" I asked, wondering why she was crying. My dad came to see what was wrong. He slipped his arm around her. "Honey," he said. "She's gone," Mom cried. "She's gone, she's gone." They had read my suicide note the night before I assumed. My body wasn't here. But my mom still tried to get me up this morning. It hadn't really sunk in yet. When Lily wakes up after committing suicide, she is able to see what life is like without her. Warning: This may contain triggers for some. Suicide and self harm are discussed.
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Walking into an empty house is normal to me. I guess I got tired of saying 'I'm home' when nobody is home to reply. It wasn't always like this. I remember when our family was close. Now we don't see each other any more. We don't talk to each other. We don't eat with each other. We don't ACKNOWLEDGE each other. This all happened after my 'Mother' killed herself. My father blames me. This is my story about how I learned to not count on anyone else but myself. I'm broken. I'm used. No one can fix me. But when the New Boy in town tries to fix me, everything will change. Good change or Bad change, I don't know. Only time will tell. I want to enter this story in the #Wattys2015 please help me out and vote and comment on my story. I'll really appreciate it!!! #Wattys2015 COPYRIGHTED © 2014 BY Anallely ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ®

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