My mum comes in to my bedroom to wake me up for school. She shouts me and there's no reply, no grunt, no mumble, not even telling her to go away. She shouts again but still gets no response. She comes and pats me and then pulls back my sheets, they are scarlet with blood and she see's my skin has been ripped to shreds. There's an empty bottle of pills next to me. She cries as my dad comes to see why she's screaming and howling, he can do nothing but cuddle her and cry too. They're going to blame themselves. They pick up my laptop off the floor and open it, and see this message. All of the messages telling me to kill myself. My mum will answer one of them saying I finally rest in peace. Will you regret it?
My little sister comes home from a good day at school. She's laughing and smiling until he walks in the door. All of the family are here and my mum asks her to sit down. She's 10, but demands to know whats happening. My mum tells her that her big sister has gone to heaven, she's gone to sleep for a very long time. My sister runs to my bedroom where I once slept and she flings herself on my bed and does nothing but cry. She will never forgive you for making me take my own life. I was supposed to be her influence in life, I was supposed to teach her all of the things she needed to know about growing up. Because of you, she starts self harming. She wants to me with me again but she won't get there so quick because she cant do it to my mum and dad again. She cant put them through that. Will you regret it?
An announcement is called at school for an assembly, it's not a Friday, so why would there be an assembly? My whole year group come in and hear the news that I've killed myself. There are silent sobs, people crying, screaming. My closest friends are crying but my best friend can't even speak. She runs out of the hall to be alone, and there she cries and cries and cries. She will never forgive you for making her best friend take her own life. Would you regret it?
People would start to write status', post it on ask.fm, and you'd have to sit back knowing that you were the cause of my death. Would you regret it then? When you see how many people's lives you tore apart, would you still think nobody cared?