Welcome to Gaia! ::

I have only written one personally. It wasn't like a "Woe is me" or "You should've never hurt me" kind of note. It was more along the lines of what I am about to type. This was not the actual suicide note, this is based on memory. Here we go:
He told me that everyone is a cause, and the echo effects everyone. I thought it was funny because the only effects I had was on the laundry. I went on about my day like nothing was wrong. Is nothing wrong? Or was it just a cover-up? When your young, your full of innocence, and you never worry about the cold hard reality. You just have people there to automatically take care of you, and it's not a big deal. Well, or at least you may think so. My false sense of innocence came from no one. My personal safety was felt only in the comfort of my own bed. At a certain age, I was in a sticky situation. With the desire to have a social life, I pushed towards heading outside. That was not an option on my part. 3 beautiful angels, moreso clueless than I, who only had me at the time to keep an eye on them. So, I threw out my social life opportunities. It never really bothered me at all, because of the love I had for them and the will I had to fight to make sure no one hurt them. I was a young girl with a motherly nature. Then things took a hard turn. Our father had decided to move back up north to our hometown again. With our mom on drugs, it was going to be hell, especially when we got there and lived in a hotel. Mom had to work at a restaurant, and soon enough she broke down and went back to her die-hard habits. With nowhere else to go, other family took us in. That day, I personally met Satan herself. I will never forget the look she gave me, and the attempts to rope me in, to be a so-called "friend". She was bound and determined to have my dad, and surely enough, she won. Dad cut off our contact with mom and her family, whom cared for us the majority of our young lives. I was 13 then, and I could do nothing but miss the family who took my problems and put it into their own hands.
That woman won her prize, my father, and the kids. Her friendship turned to increase into an extreme hatred, and it was war in the household. Fights tore out, cops were called, another teenager kicked to the curb. I didn't care. I wouldn't let that woman win. We continued to battle it out, and soon enough, dad grew tired of it. He said "God damnit Brittany! How long does this have to last? She's done nothing wrong to you, and yet you continue to stomp on her like she's nothing! What the hell is your problem?"
I tried to explain, but he never really listened. The night wore on until he said "Look, go back down there to them drug addicts and whores. You'll finally see that we treated you like royalty."
That was three years ago. I know you've had to have seen the effects it's had on me. The depression, the anger, the suicidal expression. I know you've noticed the sudden drug usage, the sneaking out, the fights, and the parties that I seem to attend. I've got no friends, no one who truly understands the cause and the effects. All three of them were the cause. Brian, Wesley, and Brianna. They are the cause still. And without them, knowing that they must suffer the unspeakable things that I've kept away from you, I can do nothing but feel suicidal. Besides that point, I've done nothing but hurt you and Papa. It is only right that I end this with a simple goodbye. I love you nana, and thanks for everything. Dont cry for me.
Your Graddaughter,
Brittany



I left out a few significant parts to this note, but I will say that I found myself sitting in a mental home for a little while due to this note.