Hey again. This was a very sad chapter to write. It will discuss themes as suicide, bullying and suicide attempt.
Warning- possible triggers. This chapter includes talk about suicide and suicide attempts and bullying.
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Charter 3- bullied
Bree POV
Fat. Ugly. Stupid. Slut. Useless. All those things were like poison to the mind. Everyday, for months, that is what I have heard. I'm sick of it. Tomorrow it will all be over. I'm going to end it. But for tonight, I'm going to spend my last hours with my family. I have just finish the letters for each of my family members. The first letter was to Tasha, my step- mother.
Dear Tasha
Thank you. I'm sorry it leave you all like this. It's not your fault, but mine. I really enjoyed our talks about clothes, boys and deep things that I couldn't talk to the boys about. I really enjoyed being your daughter. I hope you will move on. Take care of my brothers, please.
Love breeana
I felt the salty tears leave my eyes and roll down my cheek. Next letter was to my dad., mr. Davenport.
Dear dad.
I know that you are not our biological dad, but it me it never mattered. You were my dad in every other way than blood. I'm sorry for this inconvenience. Know that it has nothing to do with you. It's me who's weak. I can't stand it anymore. Please take care of Adam, Chase and Leo. I love you.
Love your little princess
The tears were streaming down my face by now. I think it just dawned on me that the letters contained my last words to my family. Next was Leo, my newest little brother.
Dear Leo.
Please don't cry. I'm not worth it. If no one else has found out, I'm going to commit suicide. Thank you for everything. For taking me to school, and showing me what real freedom was. Unfortunately, it had a price. Don't blame youself. Blame me. I'm sorry to put you all through this but I don't see a way out. Thank you for being my brother. Take care of Adam and Chase.
Love Bree.
I bit my lip to keep from sobbing. But now the two most painful letters came. The letters to my brothers. I started with Adam.
My dear brother, Adam
I'm so sorry about this. You have always been the best big brother, that a girl could eve want. Please don't cry, but don't forget me either. Take care of yourself and Chase. Don't let my death have any effect on your life. You have a big heart, maybe even bigger than your muscles. For my sake please don't change. Love you forever, your sister Bree.
I was sobbing softly now, and I still needed one more letter. The one to my younger brother, Chase.
Dear Chase
Thank you for a great life. I wouldn't call it long since I'm only 17. But you were always my best friend. I'm sorry to put you all through this, but I don't see another way out. I know that if you use that clever head of yours, you will know where I have gone. Please do me a favor and don't change. I hope you will get a good life with a loving wife and kids. Take care of yourself and Adam. Especially Adam. Love forever, Bree.
I was sobbing loudly now. I heard someone knock on my bedroom door.
"Bree, are you alright?" I heard Chase yell. I dried my tears.
"I'm fine." I said.
"You sure? You sound a little upset." He said.
"Yeah, I'm sure." I said. I heard Chase leave. I decided to give them the letters tonight. Then I would pack a blanket and sleep a few hours before I took the step into the air. I planned to take out to me and my sibling's favorite place. It was a cliff a few miles away. I wanted to jump of the cliff. That would secure a fast and almost painless death. Just what I wanted.
To be continued...