Short stories

Broken

*WARNING* more suicide

"I'm done. I'm not worth it. I'm a waste of space. 'Bitch' is one of the many things everyone calls me. I've tried everything to fit in; Throwing up after meals on the rare times that I eat, hiding the bleeding cuts on my arms, hiding all the pain behind a smile, but that isn't enough, I need to do much more to get this guy to notice me. Sometimes I wonder what for, because there's no way in hell he would love me. Whenever I give my heart to someone, they always break it. Whether its rejecting it right off, or ignoring it because it is truely ugly. That's the truth. I should disappear so nobody will have to deal with me ever again. They will taste of true happiness without me weighing them down."
"Jack, what are you writing?" an inquizitive voice asked.
"Oh, nothing." Jack answered, quickly slapping his notebook closed.
"Ok. Don't tell me then." The voice snapped and slammed the door closed.
Sigh.
Jack collapsed on his bed, trying not to cry. Stubborn tears glided down his face despite his efforts.
"Goodbye." He whispered.
Finally, the overdose of sleeping pills he took earlier overcame him and he drifted away, forever.