suicide [cake] - discontinued

twelve

updated

the cops finally arrived, they took your mom out of your room and pushed your dad and sister out of your room and now they were sitting in the living room.

they took your body down off those ropes and layed you on the structure, they covered your body and out you went, just like that. in the blink of an eye everything happened and everything was over, you are gone, you are dead, there's no going back; nothing will ever be the same.

3 months had passed now and your mom still stares out the window every day, sometimes even the whole day. your little sister still hasn't returned to school.

your dad was forced to go to work so he could pay all the bills for your wake and your funeral, eventually they found the strenght to go back into your room. your door hasn't been opened for three months, the rope is still laying on the floor the same place the cops put it and the video camera is still sitting on the table, they don't even dare to watch the video they will never be watching it.

they slowly pick up the ropes and throw them in the garbage, chills run up their spine basically in tears, they brush off your bed making it neat, like they used to do it every morning you went to school, your desk was empty. it didn't had those sticky notes you used to leave before you ran to the bus saying "have a good day mum, remember to smile" or "have fun at work dad" smiley face.

you pretended to be so happy; you even tricked yourself.

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"don´t cry" -me everytime i write this