From: Vanessa
To: Ryder
Contents:
I am honestly so done.
DONE with life.
DONE with being so weak.
DONE with being so so fragile.
So now, Ryder Yanskters, I'll make sure you don't see my face in future.
These are my last words to you,
You gave me a lot of memories.
Happy ones and sad ones.
I do regret meeting you.
I wish I never met you.
Because if I didn't, I wouldn't be here writing a suicide note.
I wish that day at the cafe I flipped you off once and for all.
I wish we didn't become close.
I wish...
I can only wish.
What's done is done.
Yes, the damage has been done.
I am sick of this.
Of faking a smile.
Of choking back sobs when I see you with new girls.
Of being abused and bullied.
Most importantly,
I am sick of you.
I remember my dead dad's words on our very first date,
'She's a fragile piece son. You better treat her right.'
It seemed like a playful threat back then, but little did I know how true it was.
My heart gives up.
I. GIVE. UP.
Do read the newspaper tomorrow.
Sent: 25 July 2016.