Suicide Story #2

“Ew, look girls, it’s the fat bird.”
says Hattie. “Hahah, hey fatty,
why don’t you go and fly away
and take up space somewhere
else!” yells Carra. God I hate
the plastic Barbie bitches who constantly torture my life i think
to myself. I get up to leave, but
before i can Hattie and Carra
are in front of me. “You’re so
fat Jenna.” says Carra. “Yes,
your Royal ***** of Bitchland, I believe you’ve told me this
information before.” I say
calmly. She’s clearly pissed off
now. I try to walk past them but
Hattie stops me with her hand.
“Fat Bird where do you think you’re going.” she says.
“Home.” I say. “I wouldn’t
bother.” says Carra “Yeah, it’s
not like your parents want you
to be there anyways.” says
Hattie. “Just get out of my way.” I say as I push past
them. “Yeah! That’s right. Fly
away Fat Bird!” Yells Carra
after me. They call me Fat Bird
because when I was in 4th
grade we had to say what we wanted to be when we were
older. I said I wanted to be a
bird, so that I could fly away.
Ever since I’m no longer known
as Jenna, but as Fat Bird.
Because I’m fat as well. When I get home, nobody is
there. Which makes my after-
school ritual all the easier. I go
to the kitchen and eat as much
as I please and after that I
drink a lot of water. “Ugh.” I say to myself “So many calories…”
I mutter. I head up to the
bathroom. I kneel down and I
do what I always do…
purge. You’re so fucking fat
Jenna, nobody likes you because you’re so ugly, you’re
hideous, gross, horrid, putrid.
ew. Says the voice in my head.
“Yeah, I know.” I say to myself.
I walk to the cabinet under the
sink and pull out the scale. “148.” I say. “Shit.” I was so fat.
I didn’t want to be like this
anymore. I hated myself. I was
so ugly, I was so….Ew. “I just
want to die!” I scream. And
then It hit me. Why not? I went to the cabinet and pulled
out all of the bottles of pills. I
smiled to myself. And then I
uncapped all the bottles.
“Bottoms up!” I yelled happily.
And I took all of the pills in front of me. It didn’t take long for
them to hit. What if it’s not
enough? I thought. I went to
the kitchen and took out the
carving knife. And i made two
slits up my arms. “Good bye mother fuckers.” I whispered.