June 30th, 2035: One year ago.
Dear mom, dad and Chris,
I'm sorry. I just couldn't go on living. I love you all. I'm so sorry.
-Maria
I sighed and put the letter in an envelope and shoved it in microwave. I knew someone would find it there eventually. I walked into the bathroom and grabbed my mom's razor blade.
It would kill my mom knowing that her 14 year old killed herself using a razor blade but I knew it would be the easiest way for me to do it. I had nothing to hang a rope on and I hated swallowing pills. A gun was completely out of the question so I had no other option.
It was just one quick slice of the wrist. It's over, done. I didn't want to live anymore. No, I didn't deserve to live anymore. I was a useless, stupid, lazy, bitchy… Well, you get the picture.
I got to my room and shut the door. I sat down on my bed and put the razor down.
I heard a noise and silence. It was the cat.
"Dear God," I said out loud. "Please help everyone get over my death. I didn't deserve to live but they all do. They deserve it so much more then me. Amen." I made a cross over my chest like they taught me in church. "Father, son, holy spirit." I said and grabbed the razor again. I put my sleeping mask into my mouth in case it was my natural instinct to scream.
I heard another noise as I put the blade against my skin.
"Maria!" My mother screamed pushing the door open and running into my room.