The Bitterness Of Suicide

Part One

She is in the bed staring at the dead end wall when suddenly someone is at the door, she turns her head and her mother comes in.

"You have a visitor" she opens the door

She tries to stop her but her mother is already in. Her mother leaves the room giving them some privacy and some time to talk.

He comes closer to her bed and kisses her, she keeps her eyes locked in the wall.

"Your mother told me"  He lies down next to her, when she doesn't answer he continues

"What the hell happened? You were doing so well" he keeps talking but suddenly a voice in the background stops him.

"Nothing is wrong with me so just leave me alone and close the door in your way out" she answers, with no activity in her eyes.

He tries to steal her hand but she won't give in. He keeps trying and she doesn't have the strength to fight him, she eventually gives in. He holds her hand and turns it, he sees them; the cuts in her wrist.

He then looks at her demanding an explanation. She suddenly moves her head and looks at him for the first time; his hair is messy, he has a fragile tear in his right eye but he won't let it out.

"What do you expect from me?" she answers with a sad voice.

"Stop doing this, you are hurting yourself, can't you see?" He holds up her hand and shows her the cuts, like she hasn't seen them already.

She is silent, she doesn't want to talk to him, but he insists.

"I have to take extreme measures because this is not good for you" He stops looks at her and continues "I won't see you ever again if you continue to slice open your wrists, you have to get better. Call me when you decide to change" He gives her a final kiss and exits through the door.

She looks at her night stand, there is an orange pill holder waiting for her. Anti-depresants. She takes all the pills in the container and swallows them, there must have been at least thirty of them. She waits for the moment in which her heart will stop. She looks up and whispers not to herself but to the world

"I'm sorry"