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A message from within.
I guess this is good bye. I can't stay here any longer. I can't stand the pain I'm going through. It just hurts so much. There's only one cure for this pain, but there is no one wh cares enough to help me. I'm sorry if I'm not making any sense. It's just that I'm upset at the cause of my suffering, my family.
when I was five I was racing with some friends. I tripped on a large branch that I didn't notice until the last minute. I hit my head on the cement and busted it wide open. I was knocked out. I woke up in a strange looking hospital room. The doctor said I was lucky. The damage that was done should have killed me but some how they saved me. My parents didn't show any sympathy. The first thing my mom said was, "you stupid little brat! Do you know what you just did? You ruined my chance of having a great job! I'll never get another chance like this again! Now we can't pay the bills! I wish I never had you!" and just like that she left the hospitol. I cried myself to sleep that night. A few weeks later the doctor realeased me. He said I could go home and my dad came to get me. It was the first time he came to see me. I was so happy he came to take me home that it just brightened my day. He came in with a cold mean stare and said,"idiot! How can you be so careless? Do you know what you put me through? I had to go through hell and back becuase of you!" He turned around and said, "lets go. Don't you ever do this to me again!" On the way home all I could do was cry. He didn't even give me a second look. I felt like nothing that day. I wish they never saved me.
When I was seven I wasn't allowed to even have friends anymore, or even go outside for that matter. I wasn't allowed to leave my room for much of anything at all. They wouldn't tell me why. All they said was, "you'll just hurt yourself again and we don't need that." I know that wasn't the truth. They were ashamed of me. I know that's why they hid me from their friends. One day I saw My friends outside. I wanted to play with them so bad I snuck out the window and ran over to them. I knew they would have loved to see me again. I was wrong. They all ran from me scared out of their minds. They didn't like me too. I realized then that I was alone in the world.
By the time I was 15 I had already been confined to the basement, permenantly. It didn't matter any way. I was just a useless piece of trash. There was no room for me in this world. There was no need for food to be waisted on me so I stopped eating and drinking all together. I just want my life to end. Because of this I slipped into a coma. When I woke up I found myself back in that strange hospitol room from long ago. This time no one came to see me. there wasn't a single person here when I woke up. I know they left because of me. They left in such a hurry it looked like a war went through the building. Right now I'm sitting here at my hospitol room window and an increadibly huge helicopter had just blew up over a tall building in the distance. I wish that I was in that helicopter right now.
In case you can't tell this is my good bye note. I'm going to kill myself. Only I can't decide how. Perhaps the best way is by car. The funny thing about all of this is you'll never know how real it is.
Signed with a suicide,
Krista Sparks.