“ ‘I can’t do this anymore!’ she screamed, as she slammed her fist against the wall. She knew that her hand would soon be swollen, but she didn’t care. She didn’t care about much of anything anymore. Tears began to stream down her face as it occurred to her what she must do to stop the pain. And to stop the fear. She took a crumpled sheet of notebook paper from her backpack and proceeded to write out her explanation. A goodbye, of sorts. Her hand shook as she wrote’ I’m sorry to everyone who may be affected by this. But the only way for me not to be afraid anymore, is to finally face my greatest fear. In a moment I will be facing death. Do not feel sorry or sad for me. I will not be afraid, nor will I ever feel pain again. I am just too tired to keep on living like this. And I just can’t do it anymore. I hope you understand. I’m sorry…’. She folded up the note and placed it on her pillow, and layed down beside it, with a razor and a towel in her hand. She slid the towel underneath her
2007-04-23
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