Requested by: ashtonirwinismababy
Age 12
Elsie's POV
Today was a really rough day. The kids at school were making fun of me, calling me "emo" again. Some people booked me, shoved me, called me out in front of others. I hate it. My teachers don't even like me. I'm a good student and I try, but it's not easy. I'm so stressed with everything going on. The only people I feel I can trust is my brother Michael and his band mates. They understand me and know what I'm going through. I am depressed, and no one but them knows. My parents are always so verbally abusive and make me feel worthless. I'm just a burden on them. Sometimes I try to make myself feel better, but it's not the right way to do it. But I don't see any other option. So I cut myself. I do it on my thighs so no one can see. It's just, sometimes, I feel like I can't go on. People say life is worth living, and you should make the most of it. What is there for me to do? I feel like I'm constantly drowning and there's no way out. My demons are consuming me, and the worst part is, I've given up trying to stop them. I just want to end it all. I've made up my mind.
Boys,
If you're reading this, it's probably already too late. Thank you so much for everything you've done for me. I couldn't have asked for a better brother or better friends. I'm sorry that this must've upset you, but know that it's not your fault. Will you all make me a promise? Please, stay happy, don't live your life in constant regret and anger. I'm so sorry it's come to this. I hope you can find it in you to forgive me.
Love,
Elsie
I finished writing and slipped it under Michael's door. Hopefully he won't find it until after. I went to the cabinet and grabbed a bottle of pills. I took a bottle of alcohol from my parents' stash. I went back up to my room, went into my bathroom, and locked the door. Quick and easy. Let's just make this quick and easy. I took a handful of the pills and downed them with a shot of vodka. I started to feel woozy and my vision was growing dark. The last thing I heard was Ashton screaming my name and breaking down my door.
Ashton?
Ashton's POV
I was at Michael's house today to hang out until he got home. His parents weren't home either, but that's not very unusual. I was lounging in his room for a bit until I saw a letter slipped under the door.
Should I read it? It's probably for Michael.
I decided to read it anyways, and was immediately struck with despair. I thought she was getting better. How could it have come to this? I jumped up and ran straight to her room. She wasn't in there, but then I saw that her bathroom door was closed. I tried opening it, but it was locked and I started banging it with panic. This can't happen.
"ELSIE!! ELSIE OPEN UP! PLEASE! YOU CAN'T DO THIS!"
Tears started streaming down my face the more I screamed. I finally broke down the door only to find her laying on the floor with pills everywhere and a bottle of vodka. I dialed 911 and called the boys after. I picked up her limp body and laid it on her bed. Soon I heard the panicked shouts of the guys busting through the front door along with the sound of sirens in the distance.
Please be okay... Please...
A/N
Such a sad story I know 😞. But this is the first one I wrote all by myself! I guess it was kind of easier for me as it touches me personally... Anyways, I hope you all liked it and can't wait for the next part! See you guys, stay cool \m/
~Jessica