Never Forget me.
Never Forget how i was.
Never forget that this happened because of you and a million other people.
See you all in hell.
This was written on a ripped off piece of notebook paper that was stuffed into the copy machine.
Massie Block walked down the empty corridors of her school by the lockers
Stuffing a copy after copy of this notebook paper into each of her friends', and some of her enemies', lockers.
She slid her Gucci sunglasses over her red, puffy, and tired eyes, before walking right out of the building.
People are going to wonder where she had gone.
They'd find out soon enough.
Her car ripped out of the parking lot and down the street with a loud screech.
She could care less if she was caught.
She opened her purse at a stop light and pulled out a freshly bought bottle of pills.
"This is the end." She whispered to herself.
No one was home. No one cared enough to be at home.
She walked carelessly into her room and taped one of the copied notebook papers onto her door before locking it.
She pulled out a black box under neath her bed, unlocked it, and pulled out a silver pistol.
With shaky hands, she pulled it out of its casing and put it on her computer desk.
She pulled out a video recorder and set it up to where it showed her perfectly sitting on her bed.
She sat on her bed and flipped her hair and pressed record.
"Hello viewers." She said smoothly despite her darkness and depression that was piercing her inside.
"By the time you each get this, you'll know im gone. I did the ultamite deed."
Her creepy smile slowly formed into a thin line.
She bowed her head in sorrow, her hair curtaining her pale frame.
"This is my last goodbye. You each know what you did." She said with a shake in her voice.
And that was that. That was her last untimely goodbye for everyone.
She took the gun and loaded it. She propped her pillows just the right way and laid down.
Tears pierced her beautiful amber eyes as she pulled the gun to her head and counted backward from 10.
10
Well this is it. The concrete perfect girl everyone saw had finally crumbled.
9
The constant insults
8
The horrid rumors
7
Have gotten to me.
6
I have no friends
5
My family doesn't love me
5
I'm all alone
5
..I can't say goodbye like this.
She let the gun slip from her sweaty grip, and fall with a muted thud on her bed.
She grabbed a sharpie and wrote in bold letters on each of her arms.
I CAN'T BE PERFECT ANYMORE
I WAS LED TO THIS
She grabbed the bottle of pills that had spilled out of her purse and uncapped them.
She poured half of the bottle into her clammy palm.
She took her Perrier water and dunked them down almost all at once.
She already felt numb.
She turned on P!nk's F*ckin Perfect song on low
And let the last strings of her life break away until she slipped into the dark, cold grips of death.
All she wanted was to be accepted for who she was.
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