Title: The End of Her Rope
Author: Kryssi Louise
Rating: PG13 - suicide content
Description: Ok, well I'm not sure who this is, I guess I kinda had Usagi in mind, but I'm in a totally morbid mood and need to get some things out in writing. So here is what it turned into. It has not been edited, its just here, bare to everyone.
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"...I wish I could have been a better student, better daughter, better friend, better sister, but I guess there is no time for that now." She looked at the words. How cheesy. She thought this must be the typical suicide note. God, couldn't she have any creative energy, even at the end? She supposed not. If she did that would mean that she wouldn't even be writing such a note. The bottle of pills lay on the desk beside her.
"Will they really work?" Her mind pondered the thought. Pills were such an easy way, yet she assumed could be unpredictable too. Too few and someone would find her, send her to the hospital where a whole new hell would break lose. But just enough and it would be all over. The pain would no longer exist. Then again, neither would she.
The pressure was too much though. School work buried her in its own grave. Friends had expectations. Family wanted their piece of the pie. And the one person who could have helped her make it all go away, had left her. Why? They had promised over and over how they would never leave her side. They had so many plans together, life was going to be good. "Its gone to hell in a hand basket now" she thought.
She blinked her crystal blue eyes, she was tried. Hadn't slept for more than two hours in a night for months, maybe it was years, or at least that is how it felt. Her mind was sluggish. The white bottle blurred in her vision. A sigh escaped from a trembling body. Her slender fingers fidgeted with the pen in her hand. So thin. To think she used to weigh so much, or at least she thought so. Everyone told her she didn't need to lose weight, but every time she looked in that mirror it mocked her. She could see its face with sunken eyes laughing at her, the ideal slender body farther and farther from her grasp.
Another sigh. Would people care when they found her gone? Too bad this wasn't a movie. She would probably be getting a phone call about now.
"I don't know why, but I felt I had to call you."
"It's a good thing you did..."
Yeah right. We all know how that conversation goes. Its been highly over done in movies and on t.v. God, but what she wouldn't give right then to have someone call her up. Seventeen is such a young age to die. But so much had happened, maybe she was really seventy. A chuckle at the thought of a seventy year old still in highschool.
There were still so many things that had to happen. Too bad she wouldn't be around for it. He left her, remember. He was gone. Nothing mattered now. The future has changed anyway, so her lack of presents wasn't going to effect anything.
Well this is it. "....this is no ones fault. I just can't deal anymore. Please forgive me." A fitting end. She placed the pen down, rested the note neatly on her bed and then turned dull eyes to the bottle on the desk.
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