The Mayville's were having an open house to mourn the death of their daughter.
I'm pretty sure they were just doing it for the gifts.
I was there, though. And I was hoping to find out more about the life of Melissa Mayville. I looked in her room. There was pictures everywhere.
Looking at the walls I wonder how no one saw she was depressed. Her drawings held no colors, but instead gave off a haunted feel. By the door there was what looked like to be a young girl crying. I looked so detailed they if I didn't know any better, I'd think it was taken by a camera.
Moving closer to the side of the bed, I see something sticking out.
Pulling it from between the mattress and box spring, I see it's a black, leather journal. On the edge it reads, 'You may think I'm black, but I'm green.'
I open it and flip to a random page.
It was from two months ago.
2:25 am, Sep. 12, 2016
Worthless. That's what they called me. My parents, I mean. Just because I wanted to become a teacher instead of an attorney like they are. I'm starting to believe them. I mean, I never thought I was perfect, like everyone said I did, but I thought I might have been able to make a difference in someone's life for the better. These thoughts are deadly. I'm too young to die.
With the last of hope,
M.
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No one Cares
Teen FictionSomeone you never would have guessed is going through depression. You only find out after they're gone. ⚠️ Contains themes of suicide and emotional abuse
