Everything You Do by Katie (novels for teenagers .txt) 📖

a blink away from death? How many times have I hid in my closet hoping she wouldn’t find me? How many times have I had to cover the bruises and act like everything was fine and dandy? Way too many times to count. How long have I wanted to end it? Ten years. Finally, today was the day I got to end the misery for good and I could not wait. From this day forward everyone should realize that everything you do affects someone else’s life, if I had one friend this might not happen. But no, nobody cares, and now it is too late. I open the front door and walk in. The house was so familiar but yet so different. With my mom being at work, I could take the time to admire the beauty of the house. Something I never got the chance to do before.

The house had something that I haven’t noticed since the day my dad had left; it had a certain happy glow to it. The style of the curtains, and the pretty hand carved wooden tables that lay along the rooms were magnificent. They reminded me of him, how he was always so happy, how he could make any of my problems disappear whenever he laughed. He was perfect in every way. Today I would remember my family, today I would meet up with all my deceased family members. Today was the first day I have smiled in the past ten years, and today was the day I would die. I floated up the stars. When I reached the top I Quickly turned the water on in the tub, and walked to my room. I grabbed a piece of paper from my desk and a pen and scribbled:

Dear Mom,
Thanks for ruining my life. I am glad I do not have to put up with your daily abuse. You caused me to do this, and I can honestly say I hate you, and you deserve the guilt that should engulf you with the pain that you made your daughter commit suicide. But knowing you, you won’t care. Do not bother with a fake sob story. Bye forever ‘mom’
~Julie

I walked to the bathroom, letter in hand, and looked through the mirror at the familiar stranger that was staring back at me. Could it be possible that I could look so much like my mom but act so much different? What would dad say if he could see what mom has done to me? I looked up and down taking in all the bruises and scars that covered my entire body, knowing that from this day on their will be no more. I lay the note on the counter, imagining the expression that will come upon my mom’s face when she reads the note and finds my lifeless body in the tub. It brings me happiness; for once she is about to get what she deserves.
I step into the warm water, not bothering to get undressed. I lay there, thinking, the lasts thoughts I will ever think. Why has my mom kept me all this time, if she has told me time and time again that she hates me? Is it because she wants someone to wait on her every need? Or simply because I am the last part of dad she has? But one thing that I never understood, just because my dad left why would she start abusing me? Why did that affect her so much? Did she love my dad before he left? Does she still? If so why did she drive him a way? There were so many question I had, and all of which I would never get an answer to. Before I could change my mind, I plunge my head deep under the water. I feel the water fill my mouth and nose. Hope fills me all the sudden as a random thought consumes my whole being, what if my dad is dead? Will I finally get to be with him and with that last shred of hope I fight the struggle that my body is putting forth and keep myself under. I can feel my heart slow, and the last thing that goes through my mind is I love her even though she doesn’t love me. Then there is darkness.

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Publication Date: 07-07-2010

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Dedication:
Dedicated to my friends, my teacher (Mrs. Szabo) and my loving family