She walks into the bathroom, she knows she wont be coming out. All she takes in with her is her razor, which with out she wouldn't have been able to get through the past months and a freshly sharpened knife. She closes the door, and just stares at it, as if it would hold the answer to all of her problems.

"Maybe," she thought, "just maybe, someone will call, or maybe God will burst open the door so my family can save me from myself." Nothing. She locked it, no turning back, not now. Standing in front of the mirror she sees her ugly body, in which she has been trapped in for fifteen horrible years. While she roles up her sleeves she is mesmerized by all of the scars she has accumulated in the past year. Some of them she can even remember what caused her to do it, be it because she wanted to or if it was because of one of the many ass holes that made her life a living hell.

The note came out of her back pocked. Nothing to special, just another ordinary suicide note, she grabbed her favorite perfume and sprayed it. She took the knife and made a cut in her lip, she smeared the blood across the bottom and top of her lips and then kissed the folded note. "That's it. There's only one more thing left to do now," she whispered to herself. A deep breath in and then a deep breath out. The razor was barely able to be held in her shaky, sweaty hands. "I'm sorry, so sorry." In one quick, graceful motion, her wrist was gashed open. The blood rushed out with extreme force. She had never cut herself so deep on her wrist before. "So fast, so red, so beautiful," she thought.

Blood was getting everywhere. Oh well, this time she wouldn't have to hide it. All though she would be dead in minutes, that wasn't fast enough for her. So she took the knife to her neck, not knowing exactly where to put it. Another glorious jerk of her arm, the one without the cut on her wrist, and blood ran down her neck and all over her shirt. She finally stops and looks in the mirror. She smiles an evil grin, but only for a few seconds, soon to realize that soon her mom, or her dad or even her younger brother could find her lying there, lifeless, in a puddle of her own blood. With the thought of that she begins to cry. What has she done wrong, she has dreamt of this moment for weeks, and now it isn't worth it? "Fuck, why didn't I just say something," she wailed into her cries. Her body was getting heavy now, so she lay herself down on the floor in the sea of blood and tears, all hers. Her breath became shallow, as her eyes closed for the rest of eternity. Hours later her father would burst down the door to the most horrid sight in the world, his own daughter, life he created, had ended it all.

At her funeral, many would attend and many would speak. Her younger brother was one of those to say goodbye to her. "I loved her, if only she knew, if only she had told us all the hell she was dealing with on the inside, if only some of you had taken kinder to her. But we cannot go back, we can only go forward, and before I go back down, with all of our family which she has left behind, I would like to read a clip form her suicide note, 'You are not the reason why I did this, my own feelings are, I'm sorry oh so sorry that it came to this, but I just wished I could have been stronger, I guess now I'm just another statistic. But when you think about it, that's all we all ever will be, a statistic, a number on a list, I just couldn't do it anymore. I love you all, well most of you, and to those who did treat me like shit, I didn't deserve this you did.'" And with that her brother sat down with his tearful family, to stare at her coffin, open for the world to see what it's cruelty can do.