Meanwhile, she is at peace. Peace from the bullying, peace from the stress, and peace from the monsters who have hurt her. She has found peace from all the pain and suffering the world has given her.
Her school was silent upon receiving the word. Her friends bow their heads, and are wishing they did more. Her parents go to her locker, and found a note inside.
They read it together, as husband and wife:
By the time you read this, I am already dead.
I'm sorry for leaving in such a rush. But the pain was too much for me to carry on.
I try to tell them what they were doing to me, but my cries fell on deaf ears, and they all walked away.
I tried to find a friend, a friend who would care enough to take me from this hell. But all are indifferent. I felt like a kitten lost and abandoned. No one heard my cries. And if they did, they didn't care.
I'm tired of the pain. I'm tired of the suffering! I cut myself. I cut myself every time they hurt me. The pain from the wounds reminded me that I was alive.
The drugs are temporary. They wear off and I'm back in hell. I'm alive, but I am dead inside.
I'm sorry to everyone if I'm so offensive that you had to go pick on me. I'm sorry everyone if I'm never good enough. and I'm sorry I'm so pathetic, that the adults have their way with me. I'm sorry I was even born. I'm sorry that I existed.
Don't worry I'm at a happier place now. There will be no more pain. there will only be Peace.
I'm sorry. Not sorry,
*********
Her mother cried when she realized, too late, her daughter was in pain. Her father puts his arm around her, holding back the tears he still refused to shed.
That day, they lost a daughter. How many more need to die? Your friends won't always speak up. and if they do, make sure you're there to listen.
Never make anyone feel alone.
"The most terrible poverty is loneliness and the feeling of being unloved" -- Mother Teresa
