She was unpopular. Unwanted. A nerd. Why couldn’t people just accept her the way she was? She laughed at this last thought. No, that was impossible for the narrow minded kids who attended her school. She finished writing her note, the last thing she would ever write. She blinked back her tears and reached for the steak knife lying at her side.
Slowly, she pulled the silver steel across her wrist. She winced slightly and gazed down at the blood slowly trickling down her arm. The pain was something she was used to by now. A green bottle of wine was lifted carefully to her lips. The wine left a bitter taste. Next few pills went in. And so this was the rhythm Estelle Fallon used to kill herself.
She felt sleepy after a few minutes and had trouble keeping her eyelids open. A green haze seeped across her blue eyes. Estelle felt relaxed, calm. Happy even. Slowly she let sleep over take her body, she was sure she would be gone soon.
“I hope Kaia doesn’t miss me too much.” was her last clear thought. Then she let darkness take command of her senses.
