Choice A) ending your life

You were going to start cutting your other wrist. But you thought what was the point. This happens all the time. Why not end it once and for all? You grabbed the rope you had in your wardrobe. Standing on a chair you tied it to the fan. You put the looped end around your neck and stared at the wall and thought.

You thought on how everyone treated you. How they treated you like you were nothing, a waste of space, someone to mess with and someone to hurt. As you thought, you crept closer to the edge of the chair, tears streaming down your cheeks. You were so sick of it. Every time you'd come home, only to cry. You'd put up with it, but deep down it hurt you and it was tearing you apart. Every day you'd put a smile on your face, acting, pretending, that everything was ok. You had finally snapped. It had all just built up and you wanted to end it all.

You then reached the edge of the chair and it tipped with the uneven weight. It sends you flying to the ground. But with the rope around your neck, you stopped mid-way. You kick your legs around when you had trouble to breath. But you finally stopped struggling and accepted it. You started to feel light headed. Your lungs, burning and your vision blackened. You finally let go of you last bit of light, and welcomed the darkness.

Your gone. Your dead. Your finally free of all your pain and suffering. But what about the people you left behind?

Your body is just hanging there. Just five minutes after you died, your boyfriend arrived. Your younger sister/brother walked in telling you that your boyfriend was here. But once she/he seen your body, she/he cried out. Both your parents and your boyfriend were down stairs and heard the cry. They rushed up stairs and entered your room, only to see your body hanging there. Your mother screams out your name. Your father holding her as she cried. Your boyfriend just stands there, watching you. Your father lets go of your mother and he walks up to your body. Your little sister/brother runs up to your mother and hugs her while crying her/his eyes out. Your boyfriend goes to your body and lifts you up, while your father removes the rope from your neck. When you were free from the rope, your boyfriend gently lays you on the ground and holds you. He cries as he kisses your forehead. Crying your name, he says sorry to you.

Your parents, your younger sister/brother and your boyfriend are upset. But what about the other people? The people you think who didn't care for you and the people who made you take your life.

The next day, the news of your death got to the school. They had an assembly about it. The teachers were sad and disappointed. The friends you had, cried and walked off. The people who didn't know you, were sad. The ones who bullied you and the ones you once called friends blame themselves. The news of your death, spread. It went from suburb to suburb, school to school, neighbour to neighbour and person to person.

Your parents got many apologies and gifts. But they didn't except the gift, because it wouldn't bring their little girl back. Your sister/brother will never grow up with you by her/his side. Your boyfriend self-harms, cries himself to sleep, thinks about you and dreams about the times you had, even about your dead body hanging there. Your friends get counselling every week. Some of the people who bullied you and your use to be friends, don't bully anymore. Some get therapy each week, talking about what they did to you and everything. The teachers you have keep a close eye on the other students and talk about your death. They use your death as an example of the consequences of bulling. Even the people who didn't know you, try and help others so they don't do what you did.

All you needed was help. But you bottled it all up inside. You took your life because you couldn't take it anymore. Even though your gone and away from the pain, all you did was spread it to others and make them suffer. Think first, get help, talk about it and don't end your life. Because all you do is hurt the ones around you.