Chapter 1

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August 18th

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It was almost sunset. Marissa walked on the beach, savoring the sun, the cool breeze of late summer. She saw a young couple, packing up to leave for the day. Marissa nodded to them and they nodded back. A pity they had to see this, but Marissa had made up her mind, and she wanted to get this over with. Marissa got the gun from her bikini and shot herself in the head, dying instantly.

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Marissa: Yeah, that's me. The girl whose brains and blood are now mixed with gunpowder and the sand. You're probably wondering what this is, maybe some new teen version of "Desperate Housewives." Not quite, this is my story. The obvious question here is "Why?" Why would an attractive teen girl, from a fairly well to do family, why would she commit suicide on the beach like this. I'll tell you my story, but whether my reason is satisfactory, you'll have to judge for yourself. But to understand my reasons, we have to go back a bit, let's say six months.