Escrita por: ~Bralckstrah
I know I should be happy but this is not the reason I killed myself. Why did I do it? Well, it was for many reasons. As I stand her looking at myself in the mirror I can't help but recall when I was holding those pills.
I remember my life flashing before my eyes even before I took those pills. How I hated my body. The poverty. My nonexistent love life. My "friends". My relatives. Practically everything.
How could karma be so mean to not grant me the one thing I sooo desired-death. Now here I was minus the tummy, scars and every other flaw I found on myself. So what now? Was I to live my life miserably but while looking gorgeous?
"Sick jock karma!!!" I shout out loud. I take the empty bottle of sleeping pills and decide to throw it away in case my mum walks in and sees it. 'What an epic fail,' I think to myself as I hold the bottle. All of a sudden I'm crying. The tears that I refused to shed and chose death instead.
After crying for a while I compose myself and thank God that my mum is not home. I stand up and open my bedroom door. I must still be having side effects because all I can see is white. I walk out anyway and close my bedroom door. Right in front of my eyes everything changes and at that moment I know, this is not a continuation of my life.