Hey guys! I know I should be updating Back Again or Loner Girl, but this is a little one-shot for a very important day. Today is Suicide awareness Day, and this is dedicated to any one who has ever thought about or committed suicide. Enjoy.
DISCLAIMER: Don't own Young Justice or the first stanza of the poem, that goes to Rayne
20% of teenagers get depressed before they reach adulthood. Over 4,600 teenagers commit suicide. They knew this, they knew this! But they never thought...never thought he would. He was always so happy. Always smiling, laughing, and messing around. They never saw the pain hidden in his eyes, never saw what their words did to him. And now it was too late. He was gone, said he couldn't take it any longer. That it was all his fault and he was sorry.
How could he say that? It was their fault, not his. They were the ones who should have seen what was happening, who should have done something. But now it was too late. He was gone.
'Loser...geek...freak!'
'Look! It's the stupid soulless ginger!'
'Why don't you just kill yourself already? Nobody even likes you!'
'Way to go Kid Idiot! You screwed up another mission!'
'I don't know what we are going to do with him!'
Everyday he was tormented with words. At school, around town, with the Team, even at home. People always told him he was a failure, a nothing. That he should just go ahead and kill himself. Everyone always seemed so upset when they talked to him. He didn't like that. He wanted everyone to be happy, to smile. 'There's no way that's going to happen while I'm around,' he thought. He glanced down at the knife in his hands. This was his way out. To finally end his pain. To make people happy. His eyes hardened. After writing a note, he picked up the knife, preparing to drive it through his heart. Looking around one last time he closed his eyes. 'Maybe...maybe I can find happiness,' he wondered.
With that final thought Wally plunged the knife into his heart.
~Time Skip~
They found Wally three hours later when he was late to the Cave. There was blood all over the floor and the knife was sticking out dead center of his heart. Next to his body was a note. This is what it said:
The pain is so strong that I can't bare
It's clear God isn't answering my prayer
Another pitiful attempt to clear my head
My tears stain the silky material of my bed
No one listens, no one really cares
I have been damaged beyond repair
I know my parents won't care if I'm alone, crying
I've tried to be a good son; yes I've been trying
I ball up in the corner of my darkened room
My face stiff and my eyes full of gloom
Suddenly my heart gives way and I feel numb
I knew I was through; I knew I was done
I've had enough pain, rage, and fright
I've decided it all ends tonight
I got up to my desk to write one last note
What I felt is what I wrote
I'm sorry for all that I've done
I'm sorry that I wasn't a good enough son
I'm sorry I was always too slow
I'm sorry for breaking your bow
I'm sorry for having no soul
I'm sorry for being such a troll
Finally, I'm sorry for being alive
But now I'll make sure I won't survive.
Wally never knew how much people really cared for him.
Ok, that's it. I really hope this shows you something. No matter how bad it gets, please, PLEASE don't hurt yourself. Someone out in this world loves you. If you ever need someone to talk to, but don't have anyone PM me. I'll gladly talk to you no matter what. Also, if you see someone being bullied, or hurt, just don't stand there. Help. You could be saving a life.
Until next time,
I care
