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Goodbye to all that.

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goodbye to all that I am so tired of this, she decides. Tired of undergoing treatment, tired of having to be so reliant on people, tired of being made fun of, and tired of herself. She hunches over her study desk and drags a penknife across her pale white wrist lightly. It traces a long jagged path across the sun-deprived skin. The crimson blood that starts seeping out from the uneven wound startles even herself. She doesn't realise that she'd cut herself deep enough to break a capillary. She examines her limbs in the mirror. Dark, angry bruises map the location of the cruel needle stabs she receives when she undergoes chemotherapy, a cruel atlas reminding her of the pain that is to come with each passing day. ...read more.


The next day proves to be equally bad. Her classmates make fun of her falling hair. They don't know what she's going through, for she never talks. She never shares her life with anyone. Why should she? They'll never care. They call her lowbrow names to illicit a few laughs at her expense. Egghead! Baldy! They yell, each time they see her. To them, she is the mousy balding girl who sits in the corner and has no friends. She aches to make friends, to say hello to everyone, to say something. But she never does. At the end of the day, amidst the gleefully chattering crowd of students mingling about, she makes a quiet departure and heads home alone, feeling lonely and depressed. ...read more.


She begins to script a letter, careful not to let her redness get onto the white paper. She takes a long time to finish her masterpiece, leaves it for anyone who might even care to read. She heads for the kitchen. She looks down from the window and sees nothing but black. From the eleventh floor, you cannot see much at night, she thinks to herself, feeling a giggle rise irrationally in her throat as she clambers over the edge of the parapet. Her last thoughts are of the cruelty of her classmates, her suffering at each treatment session, and her busy parents who make no time for her. It's over, she thinks with relief, and takes a step into the night sky, the black enveloping her small figure as she plunges into eternal darkness. ...read more.

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