A Glance Into the Future

You come home from a horrible day at school. You have a lot of things on your mind; all you want to do is surrender and call it quits. So, you go up to your room, like you do every day after school. You pull from a dresser drawer a suicide note you’ve written dozens of times. You finally have the courage to use it. You search for your blades, digging them into your warm flesh for the last time. Swallowing a full bottle of pills, you lay down, holding the note in your cold hand, and drift off to sleep, knowing you’ll never wake up again. 
Hours past, its 6:03 and your little brother comes to your door. He knocks gently on the door. He hears no reply. Assuming you’re asleep, he reports to your mom.
After supper, your mother, tired from a full day at work, comes up to check on you. She says your name a few times to no avail. The room is silent. She notices that crumpled paper, spotted with a thin stream of blood that runs under it. She takes the letter from your cold lifeless hands as she begins to wail. Your father runs into the room to see what all the commotion is. He’s hit by a brick wall when he sees the scene, as he crumbles to the floor.
The following day at school, the school held an assembly which will change the lives of many. A teacher nervously announces your passing and dedicates a whole week of suicide awareness to you. An uneasy silence radiates off the students as they try to think of all the things they may have done to hurt you. Everyone blames themselves. Your best friends wish they could have been there for you more, your teachers wish they were easier on you. Those mean girls, they wish they could take back everything they ever said to you.
Three days later at your funeral, the whole village shows up, sharing the memories they have of you.  Your parents’ sobs fill the room, making everyone’s heart feel their pain. As the casket lowers its self into the ground, your little brother has to be held back. He reaches for your casket crying “I need you sissy, wake up.” He needs his sister, the sister that promised to always be there for him, the sister that is now six feet under.
Within months lives change. Your family starts to fall apart. Your mother takes sick leave from her job. She most likely won’t return. She can’t live the life she had before she lost you. Your father turns to the bottle and is never home anymore. Your little brother, he discovers the way you died from a student at school. He has to go to years of therapy from the night mares he has at night.
Imagine if you could see the future. Knowing that you destroyed the lives of the people that love you and knowing that you’ve robbed them of their smiles, your suicide will leave you with a great deal of guilt. You’ll notice that your suicide won’t take away your pain. So you see, suicide doesn’t take away your pain. It multiplies it and distributes it to the people that love you. So, before you end your life, please think of what will happen to the people you leave behind. Think of the future that lies ahead of you.