Wanna kill yourself? Imagine this
You come home from school one day. You’ve had yet another horrible day. You’re just ready to give up. So you go to your room, close the door, and take out that suicide note you’ve written and rewritten over and over and over. You take out those razor blades and cut for the very last time. You grab that bottle of pills and take them all. Laying down, holding the letter to your chest, you close your eyes for the very last time.
A few hours later your little brother knocks on your door to come tell you dinners ready. You don’t answer, so he walks in. All he sees is you lying on your bed, so he thinks you’re asleep. He tells your mother this. She goes to your room to wake you up and notices something odd. She grabs the paper in your hand and reads it. Sobbing, she tries to wake you up. She’s screaming your name. Your brother, so confused, runs to go tell Dad that “Mommy is crying and sissy won’t wake up.”
Your dad runs to your room. He looks at your mom, crying, holding the letter to her chest, sitting next to your lifeless body. It hits him, what’s going on, and he screams. He screams and throws something at the wall, then falling to his knees he starts to cry. Your mum crawls over to him and they sit there, holding each other, weeping.
The next day at school there’s an announcement. The principal tells everyone about your suicide. It takes a few seconds for it to sink in and once it does, everyone goes silent. Everyone blames themselves. Your teachers think they were too hard on you. Those mean popular girls, they think of all the spiteful things they’ve said to you.
That boy that used to tease you and call you names, he can’t help but hate himself for never telling you how beautiful you really were. Your ex-boyfriend, the one that you told everything to, that broke up with you. He can’t handle it; he breaks down and starts crying, and runs out of the school.
Your friends they’re all sobbing, wondering how they could never see that anything was wrong. Wishing they could have helped you before it was too late; and your best friend she’s in shock. She can’t believe it. She knew what you were going through, but she never thought it would get that bad. Bad enough for you to end it. She can’t cry she can’t feel anything. She stands up, walks out of the classroom and just sinks to the floor. Shaking and screaming, but no tears coming out.
It’s a few days later at your funeral, the whole town came. Everyone knew you, that girl with the bright smile and bubbly personality. The one who was always there for them, the shoulder to cry on. Lots of people talk about all the good memories they had with you, there were a lot. Your little brother still doesn’t know you killed yourself, he’s too young. Your parents just said you died. It hurts him a lot. You were his big sister; you were supposed to always be there for him. Your best friend she stays strong through the entire service, but as soon as they start lowering your casket into the ground, she just loses it. She cries and cries and doesn’t stop for days.
Its two years later. The whole school talks to a counselor/therapist at least once a week. Your teachers all quit their job. Those mean girls have eating disorders now. That boy that used to tease you cuts himself. Your ex-boyfriend doesn’t know how to love anymore and just sleeps around with girls. Many of your friends go into depression. Your best friend, she tried to kill herself too. She didn’t succeed like you did, but she tried.
Your brother, he finally found out the truth about your death. He self-harms, he cries at night, he does exactly what you did for years leading up to your suicide. Your parents, their marriage fell apart. Your dad became a workaholic to distract himself from your death. Your mom got diagnosed with depression and just lies in bed all day.
People care. You may not think so, but they do. Your choices don’t just affect you, they affect everyone. Don’t end your life!!! You have too much to live for. Things can’t get better if you give up.