Wanna kill yourself? Imagine this: You come home from school one day, you've had yet another horrible day and you're just so done you can't take it anymore. So, you go to your room and take out that suicide note that you've written and re-written over and over. You grab those razor blades and you cut for the very last time. You grab a bottle of pills and take them all, laying down clutching the note to your chest, you close your eyes for the last time. A few hours later, your little brother comes and knocks on your bedroom door to tell you that dinner is ready, and you don't answer so he comes in. All he see's is you laying on your bed, so he thinks you're asleep. He tells your mom this. Your mom goes to your room and to wake you up and notices something odd. She grabs the note and reads it, sobbing, screaming your name, shaking you trying to wake you up, begging, pleading. your little brother is confused so he runs and tells your dad "mommy's crying and sissy won't wake up". Your dad runs to your room and finds your mom, sobbing, screaming, and he drops to his knees, taking in what had happened. he screams and throws something at the wall. Your mom uses all of her strength to crawl over to him, and they sit there, crying, holding each other, and your brother just stands there staring at your lifeless body. The next day at school, your principal makes an announcement about your suicide. it takes a moment to sink in, and when it does everyone goes silent. They start to all blame themselves. Your teachers think they were too hard on you, should've looked more closely when your grades started to slip. Those popular girls who were so mean to you think over every little word, every syllable they've ever said to you. That boy who used to tease you can't help but hate himself for not telling you how beautiful you really are. Your ex boyfriend, the one you told everything to that broke up with you can't handle it. He breaks down crying and runs out of the school. Your best friend? She stands up and walks into the hallway. She tries to cry, tries to scream but nothing comes out. She clutches her chest and sinks against the wall as she tries to feel anything. anything at all. It's a few days later at your funeral. The entire town came. They all knew you, the girl with the bright smile and bubbly personality. The one who was always there for whoever needed it, that shoulder to cry on. Lots of people talk about their memories with you, there's hundreds and hundreds.Everyone's crying. your brother still doesn't know you killed yourself, he's too young. Your parents just told him you died. He's heartbroken, you were his big sister, the one who was always supposed to be there for him, and now you're gone without even a goodbye.Your best friend stays strong through the entire service until they begin lowering your casket into the ground. She loses it and breaks down crying and doesn't stop for days.It's two years later. Half of your school goes to the school counselour monthly. Those popular girls now have eating disorders. Your ex doesn't know how to love again so he just sleeps around with random girls and drinks constantly. Your best friend has attempted suicide twice since your death and is now in a rehab for cutting and depression. Your little brother has found out the truth and now cuts himself seeing if it also takes the pain of losing you away. Your parents? their marriage falls apart. Your father is throwing himself into work and your mother just lays in bed all day, doesn't move, is numb. people care. You may not think so, but they do. Your choices don't just effect you, they effect everyone. Don't end your life, you have so many people and things to live for. Things can't get better if you give up. You're too beautiful too give up, please keep fighting. Don't make a permanent decision to a temporary problem.♥