Like a bed of roses-
***A/N: this is very depressing. please don't hate too much. this is how i used to write a couple years ago.Please enjoy none the less.***
With the warm summer air falling against her fur, Amber sits in the large grassy patch of earth deep within the forest. Her claws click against the gun between her legs as she looks up at the sky. Clear and gorgeous.
She looks down at her phone sitting in the grass. The bright LED light pushing his words in her face.
She flips the small device over and takes the small paper from her pocket.
The little bat flutters her wings and gently pushes a pushpins into a tree, holding her note there. She sighs as she looks at her own writing.
Even seeing his name hurts.
Amber sits back on the grass and picks up her phone, staring at the screen.
"I wish I could have learned to hate." she type "but I could never hate you. I'm sorry for my mistakes. I love you."
She presses send, placing the little black object back in the grass and cocking the gun.
The nearly crying bat looks at the black metal of the handgun. A TT-33 is what her father called it one day when he was cleaning it.
She shakes her head, pushing the barrel of the gun against her temple.
"I'm sorry." she whispers, pulling the trigger with a shaking claw.
With a loud crack, the little brown bat falls into the grass, her limp wings falling over her like a blanket.
No one was sure how long she laid here when her brother found her corpse. He thought she was asleep. That is, until he found the gaping bloody hole in her head.
He then found her note pinned to the tree. His beloved sister. Gone.
At her funeral, her cousin read the note, because none of her immediate family was able to without sobbing.
"Dear family and friends" she wrote. "I'm sorry you have to find me like this. Rest assure this is not your fault. I fell in love too quickly, and made a foolish mistake."
By this time everyone in the church was in tears. Her father got up and left.
"Do not blame anyone but myself" the little red bat continues to read, her voice shaking "and know I'm always with you. Don't mourn this please. I love you."
Just as she finished reading, there's a click and a tall fox walks in, his forearms obviously stained with blood. His head is down and his normally groomed hair falls in his face.
"May I say a few words?" his deep voice asks. When no one objects he takes his place at the podium, his phone in one paw.
He lays his phone on the wood and sighs.
"I wish I could have learned to hate. That was the last thing I got from her. We had one fight too many. I lost control of my temper. I didn't know. Amber never let me know how depresses her was. It was only after this did I find out. Her brother informed me." he swallows and his voice cracks.
He speaks no more, but he pulls up his sleeves of his black tux, fresh wounds dripping crimson blood on the wood of the podium.
The rest of the serves goes through lime a blur.
A few years passed, and amber was forgotten. Her brother went off the collage, her ex got a wife, and her parents retired happily.
But even after all those years, that little patch of grass where the little bat took her life, there's a small cross.
Covered in moss and overgrowth, with these words inscribed on it.
"sing it for the world"
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hello dear readers. I hope that none of you are ever in this situation, but I'd you are I want you to know that you are never alone. Suicide is the third leading cause of death in children ages 13 to 24. There is always a way out. Please, if you need help, don't be afraid to ask someone. Your life is precious, no matter what anyone says.
I've been there, friends, and I know that it does get better.
You're all beautiful.
So smile.
Today is just tomorrow's yesterday.