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She started researching ways to commit suicide when she was ten.

She soon learned no way was fool-proof. If you slit your wrist you can partiality bleed out and loose the use of your arms. If you hang yourself, you could miscalculate the distance, and not handle the time it takes to suffocate. 

Pills, you take to much, on little time you could end up in a drug induced coma, or take to little and just make yourself sick.

She never had the guts to shoot herself. To look into the barrel of a gun and have to face what you were about to do, what you had sunk to, was just to much. She could just imagine what people would say about her.

"Such a sweet girl. She had so much ahead of her. What on earth would have made her do that." Or her personal favorite." She had the perfect life, why on earth would she want to give that up?"

The human race was a very self-centered, tunnel-minded society. They obsessed over appearances.. If something appeared perfect, then of course it must be.

Her mother started drinking when she was seven. Nearly two years after her father started coming to her room at night. Her brother and sister were home less. She had no one. No one to turn to. No one to protect her. No one to cry to. She was.... alone. Empty. Forgotten.

She had no reason for breathing. Every minute of every day was a living, breathing, burning hell. No hope. No faith. Were was this God everyone had so much faith in. She couldn't even recall how many times she spent in her room, on her knees, crying, her hands clasped tight together praying , begging like a good little Christian girl should. For anything. Death, an escape.

But nothing ever came. There was no escape. At a certain point, hell if she knew, she gave up. Stopped eating, stopped talking. She just lost her will. To fight, to get out. She just quit. At night after her father was finished, she used to be able to tell herself, "Only six years left." But anymore, it was just too long.

No one was there. The knight in shining armor every girl went on about, was never going to come.

She looked down, at the people swarming six stories below her, and jumped.

 

Reviews

[Julius Whimbird]

What I liked about this story was the emotion that transferred to the reader. This character was depressed and there was a bit of a pang in my heart. However, I don't really understand this story. I can't grasp everything and there's no character development. I don't know what this chick's all about. Is she about doom and gloom, a pessimist? Was her life initially a good one but quickly turned down hill? What finally pushed her over the edge? Anyway, an interesting read this was. Keep on writing, friend.

[Sarusai Hiryu]

Hacking, hard, harsh... and therefore, by no means ill-written.

[Victoria Elizabeth]

um hey this is kinda well idk sad i don't really like this one