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 - By Megan Mac Gillivray, 15 HRM
"Hello. Hello, is anyone there?" My call came out pathetically, quietly, barely audible. The harsh thoughts of everything stored back in my mind came stomping over the glimmer of hope I had deep in my heart.
"You're such a loser. You couldn't do anything if your life depended on it."
"Why do you even bother with your dreams? Nothing special is ever going to happen to you." The tears trickled down my cold cheek as I remembered all the uncaring words anyone had ever spoken to me.
"What are you ever going to accomplish? Nothing you do will ever turn out right. You're a failure, nothing but a complete failure." The thought of that night blasted through my mind, reminding me of the time he hit me, the time when I felt my lowest. Silently, as I lay there, I encountered my whole life all over again. Every little aspect of what had brought me to this point, the point where death was the only answer. I realized the times in my life that weren't the hell I thought it all to be. The moments and times when my heart lit up and everything didn't seem so dull. I thought of what a coward I was, taking all of the pain and hurt from people who were my 'friends' and not even considering the people who loved me through it all. Gently, silently, I brushed away the trail of tears streaming down my stained cheeks. "Hi Sweetie. I love you. Don't you ever forget that!" the soothing, heartfelt words of my Mom comforted my dying soul. I knew how upset she would be with the final decision for my life. She had told me that I could accomplish whatever I set my heart and mind to, but that never seemed the case. The possibility of people missing me never crossed my mind, not once while I swallowed the tiny pills, not once while I wrote my final note of death.
With my body slowly drifting into a peaceful place, I didn't care about the life being left behind. Nothing could stop me now; I was on the direct path of freedom. I was finally off to some place away from it all, some place where no one would hurt me again. My mind was convinced that this was the only way out of my pathetic misery. The only way to let it all go. Finally, my last breath escaped from my chilled lips. The lips that didn't dare speak up for me, the lips that felt the salty tears fall over them. The lips of a dead seventeen year old girl.
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