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To whom it may concern... It is almost amusing, how you are taking an interest in me now, when you never regarded me as worth

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Introduction

To whom it may concern... It is almost amusing, how you are taking an interest in me now, when you never regarded me as worth focusing on before. I guess you will try to read and analyse me like a book, trying to dissect my mind so you can find out why I did this. Before, I was just a number, a name on the screen, and no doubt I will remain so after this, but I do have to admit; I am more eye-catching now, am I not? I think I am writing this letter to explain why I did it. I say "I think", because I am not really sure what I am supposed to be doing. I have no sense of duty or objectives any more and am left dazed and confused, but my opinions of the events that led to this very moment are still clear in my head. I can definitely remember hearing Mr and Mrs Brett's daily stand-offs. When one of them began shouting, the other would try to match the volume, both of them hollering at each other like patients from a psychiatric ward. ...read more.

Middle

Of course you knew that, right Sir or Madam? Because you would have checked my records. You would have typed my number in and voila! All my details right in front of you... So yes, I am meant to be in Year 11 and I am 16 years old. But school is yet another place for me to be tortured and tormented. I do not have many friends; in fact, I do not have anyone at all that bestows meaning to the word "friend". I do not even have enemies. So I am left there, isolated, to ponder over my thoughts. And once I have done that, I ponder over them some more. Maybe, if there is still time, I go through them one last time. My mind is my only companion, but unfortunately, it is not a very friendly one. I am that mute boy in the corner of the classroom, invisible. Having nothing better to do, I listen to my poisonous brain, as it echoes parental voices; maligning me and crushing all dreams of a better future. ...read more.

Conclusion

All of you helped contribute to my murder, my mental homicide. It will be my own hands that deal my death, but it was all of you that sentenced me, like a cold hearted judge. It is all of you that have painfully forced me into isolation, melancholia and finally, Death. But thank you nonetheless for taking the time to read my letter. The venom of my peers has finally put me down for good. I no longer anticipate a non-existent "better day" or a "life of peace". Only in my death will I finally rest. . Knowing that this letter will be read with some interest makes me happy. The last few heartbeats beat for you kind Sir, kind Madam. I know I am being too childishly optimistic when I say this, but I really hope that some good will come of this. That one day, something similar will be happening somewhere else, and my letter will be picked up and read, and will stop that certain story coming to the same end as mine... I know. What a foolish notion to have, in a world like this. Yours sincerely, John Brett P.S. I hate you. I hate you all... ...read more.

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