August 23rd, 2011
Dear Isadora,
Ah yes, a failed suicide attempt. Isn't that just marvelous... How come yours wasn't a fail but mine was? Life is so unfair.
I tried hanging myself but I was unaware of the fact that the branch was weakened... Of course, a fat ass like I would break the fucking tree branch.
Another reason why I need to lose 50 pounds.
I haven't eaten in 4 days. Nothing. Just water and water only.
I lost 10 pounds but I'm still a fat ass...
I know I should probably eat but... Those words ingrained in my brain tell me otherwise... I'm so hungry I feel like I'm going insane. Time is getting slower and slower... I need a calory in my body, I need...
No! I've felt withdrawal way too many times, I know how to handle it. And I know how to handle hunger. Bottles after bottles of water.
Life is just getting harder and harder.
I genuinely do not care if I starve myself to death. I have nothing to live for anyways so who cares? Nobody on this planet does so what difference does it make if the world loses a pathetic citizen like me?
A lot of people already want me dead so I'm doing them all a favor. I just wish I weren't a pussy.
You overdosed on pills, right...?
That worked for you...
Maybe I should try that!
Now I just have to figure out where I could find pills.
Perhaps the delinquents could scrounge up some painkillers for me...
Maybe for once, something could numb the pain I constantly feel.
Oh, what am I kidding? Nothing will ever work... I'm just on this planet to suffer. The children at school are great at that...
I just wish they'd kill me already...
YOU ARE READING
Dear Isadora
Short StoryAfter the suicide of 16-year-old Isadora Torres, 14-year-old Anthony writes letters to his deceased sister about his life. A way of coping with loss, perhaps? How will Anthony live his life without his older sister by his side? --- WARNING: THIS STO...
