- Suicidal Girl -
Francine harshly bit her lip that copper rested on her taste buds. She squeezed the note tightly in her hand, ignoring the pain of her nails digging into her palm, everything went wrong… everyone hates me! Her family, friends, everyone… how did this happen? She just, if only she wasn't so careless.
She let her guard down, even if it was for a brief moment, it's too late. Her 'boyfriend' used her in his moment of glory, and his… his stupid goons for friends recorded everything that transpired between what she thought was genuine love.
Not.
Allowed him to kiss her, touch, caress… and she enjoyed every bit of it. Francine released a weak chuckle, and then another hiccup followed. "Only for it to be a joke. A stupid, stupid joke." Tears burned her eyes, lingering to fall… water slipped from her eyelids onto her cheeks that Francine could taste its saltiness of her sorrow when it reached her lips. Oddly, for what pleasure she felt a few days ago became sickening to her stomach, and Francine cringed, feeling violated.
After the day, he broke up with her. The next day went by… Francine left alone in the cold world, another bomb dropped.
Internet… Oh, how wonderful to know the whole world can now witness their love. Everyone found Francine a freak, a laughing stock, a disgusting whore screwing around with boys. When her parents found out, they threaten to disown her completely, but of course, since she was their only child and needed to carry on a name, they simply dropped her out of public school. Permanent punishment to avoid boys until twenty-five, and now… forever locked in her house, only to leave if required.
It still didn't help, though, because her friends would never look at her the same way again. Francine saw the look in their eyes: hatred, disgust… shame, she couldn't even bare to see her classmates when she left school.
Everyone Francine thought 'cared' had abandoned her completely.
Her friends, gone, her family…- her servants looked at her with pity. She has no one left, and… and that douche for a boyfriend still at high school, in relationships with girls and… and he still has his friends! As if none of this happened! Why is all of this befalling on her? Huh?! He barely received justice for what he did! Stolen her virginity and then rubbed it in her face!
Her parents ordered a lawsuit against masses of websites to disclose the video or else face privacy fines… but even still, it wouldn't changed the fact that everyone saw it. They'll only duplicate it again and again… watching with sickening fascination of her moaning and weeping for 'more', while that asshole rapes her repeatedly. Francine shivers again, suddenly feeling dirty and disgusted with herself. If only she wasn't so naïve, then maybe none of this would have happened, none of her body parts would be exploited to the public's eye and she wouldn't face extreme disappointment, disgust with everyone…
But it's too late.
Everyone hates her now, no one gives a damn about her existence besides how 'disgusting' she is…
Francine stared at the blade, resting on the countertop of the bathroom sink. Her hands shook, itching to snatch the blade and end everything. They wouldn't care, after all, they said no one should be walking around high school as a filthy girl like her… Her parents? They don't even consider her a daughter anymore. Fingertip rubbed against thin metal, its sharp edges glinting light above her. She… she can't…
No one will remember you.
Fingers plucked the razor off the counter and let the tip graze across her wrist. Francine sucked in a breath, trying withhold herself from crying… Everyone hates you… Just Die. The razor's tip immediately sucked into her skin, and Francine blinked her tears away, If… If I'm going to die… then I'll die with little dignity I'll have left.
She's not going to cry this time, not anymore.
She's not going to bother anyone with her ruined image, her filth.
She won't hurt anymore.
Francine plunged the blade deeper into her flesh, uncaring if streams of blood followed. Pain burned her wrist, slowly becoming flashes of fire licking her arm. I won't hurt anymore. Don't worry, her parents will understand the note she'd written for them, they can just find a new child to assist with their business.
Blood oozed down her arm and Francine sniffed. A blue vertical line, a vein, trailed in the mist of blood… the razor rested against the vein.
I won't hurt anymore. They can live their lives in peace without looking at filthy ol' me.
Francine slashed.
