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Just a little story about a life we used to know.
I am trapped inside these walls. I look to the left, I see myself cutting my own wrist. I scream as if I could hear myself as the blood drips to the floor, and my face turns white as snow that is outside my bedroom window. I cover my sorrowed eyes as my dead self is lying on the hardwood floors next to me. I open my eyes again to find it was just my mind playing tricks on me. I turn on the light and walk to the kitchen where I find a suicide note on the counted with crimson stains in the corners. I read it as my last words sign, "The only thing I wanted in this cruel world was to be loved, to mean something, to matter, to make something ofmyself. But it is all too late now.."
I fall against the wall and slide down to the cold, hard tile that covers the floor. "This can't be happening." I whisper to myself in an ever so soft voice.
I walk down the hall, and open the door to enter my bedroom once again, and all I see for miles is hell. Right then I closed my eyes and whispered to myself, "Satan go away! Satan go away!" an old remedy my grandmother taught me at a young age to make the "bad" go away. I keep my eyes closed and fall into a deep sleep. I wake up, and my head is resting on a soft pillow upon my bed. Right then, I know my destiny. I put my feet on solid hardwood floors. On my way to my dad's gun safe, so many thoughts race through my head. I brush them off as nothing but knerves. I open the gun safe, grabbed a shotgun, stuck the barrel in my mouth, and grabbed for the closest thing I could reach. A wooden spoon will do. I push away at the trigger, and now it all seems slow-motion. I realized that my life had only just begun. I'm only 15.. I'm going to go to college. Get married. Have children. And every small thing in between. But now it's all too late, and the bullet leaves the gun. And just in that moment, my life, is now just a memory that gets weaker every day. My story told to children around the world, who should hope for brighter days. But remember.. I'm the brightest star in the sky. I will never fade.
Sincerely Yours, Haley.
I fall against the wall and slide down to the cold, hard tile that covers the floor. "This can't be happening." I whisper to myself in an ever so soft voice.
I walk down the hall, and open the door to enter my bedroom once again, and all I see for miles is hell. Right then I closed my eyes and whispered to myself, "Satan go away! Satan go away!" an old remedy my grandmother taught me at a young age to make the "bad" go away. I keep my eyes closed and fall into a deep sleep. I wake up, and my head is resting on a soft pillow upon my bed. Right then, I know my destiny. I put my feet on solid hardwood floors. On my way to my dad's gun safe, so many thoughts race through my head. I brush them off as nothing but knerves. I open the gun safe, grabbed a shotgun, stuck the barrel in my mouth, and grabbed for the closest thing I could reach. A wooden spoon will do. I push away at the trigger, and now it all seems slow-motion. I realized that my life had only just begun. I'm only 15.. I'm going to go to college. Get married. Have children. And every small thing in between. But now it's all too late, and the bullet leaves the gun. And just in that moment, my life, is now just a memory that gets weaker every day. My story told to children around the world, who should hope for brighter days. But remember.. I'm the brightest star in the sky. I will never fade.
Sincerely Yours, Haley.
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