Self Harm/Depression and Anxiety

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I go to school everyday, the same old s*** happens everyday: getting called names, pushed into lockers and worst of all my friends turning on me. I go to school one day; there's no one here just me. I was wondering where and why everyone was and why they weren't here. Then people started coming in and out and not even realising me. Why? Worst of all my friends didn't even acknowledge me...But then I remembered, last night I started righting the notes. ''Dear Father, I know we haven't been talking lately and I get bullied at school has changed me...I'm sorry for all of the things what I did to you and I just can't take anymore, take good care of James''

Then I took the rope and hung it to my fan. It was scary at first but then I knew it was the right thing for my life.

I wrapped the rope around my neck and jumped, gasping for breath I just stopped, hanging there, dead...

My dad shouts of me for dinner, no reply.
My dad shouts again, no reply.
My dad runs up the stairs and into my room and sees' me hanging there. Dead

He phones a ambulance but it's too late.

My name is Samantha who died at 15 years old.

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 24, 2015 ⏰

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