A Better Place For A Fallen Angel

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

Felicity just can't take it anymore. She's decided to end it all. She'd rather die than fight for the rest of her life.


Everytime I see my eyes

In my reflection

 I can't help but be disappointed

  At who I am


  The song played on, each word gripping Felicity's heart like a cold, icy hand. She sat in a dark corner, knees against her chest and headburied in her arms. Her heart was cracking from the hand that relentlessley made it bleed, and she knew it would break.There was no way she could go on, it seemed impossible. The loneliness of it all was unbearable. And oh, the pain. It tore through her soul, her body. Everyday, it became Just a little harder to breathe.

  Scars on my skin

  Scars on  my heart

 Scars on my soul

Reminding me of myself


Felicity felt numb as she stood up, and walked out the room. Slowly, as if she hadn't the strength to move, she searched for a pen, a paper, and a knife. She found the three, which were a deadly combination. At her kitchen table she wrote her last words to anyone she had ever met. She knew they would be sad: but just this once, she had to think of herself. On the crumpled up piece of paper, she wrote these words.


"I hope you can forgive me, but I can't bear to see another beautiful, red sunrise.

Don't hate me, I love you all. Please, when you find this, don't cry.

Pain is the reason I did this, the reason my heart and soul broke.I don't want that for anyone else.

My dreams ran like sand through the fists I've made, and everyday seemed to be a bit more terrible than the day before it.

Please, tell my story. I want people to know: If you feel like this, get help.

It's too late for me, but maybe not for someone else.

I've always wanted to do good, maybe, in a way, I can by doing this.

Goodbye, mother, father. Everyone.

My name is Felicity Ellis, and I was here. I ate, I played, I loved, I wept, I hurt.

Never forget me, I beg of you. Remember me as a smiling, happy girl.

I'll be waiting for you on the other side."


Felicity folded the note,  and placed her necklace on it. It was a locket with no pictures in it. She picked up her knife, and she walked to the bathroom. She closed the door, knowing her parents would be home soon. She filled the bathtub with water. Before she got in the bath, she took one last look at herself. A big nose, a square face, lifeless eyes. But in that moment, that split second, she felt beautiful. In her reflection, she saw an angel. With her clothes still on, she lay down in the bathtub. The hot water soaked her to the skin, and she took that knife to her arm. The pain was terrible, but it couldn't compare to the agony she went through everyday. The blood flowed out of the cuts, but this time they wouldn't heal. The clear water turned a dark, crimson red. She closed her eyes, her life passing before her. Being bullied, feeling so alone, cutting herself everyday, her loving parents. But even they weren't enough to get her up off her knees. She felt so, so tired. She didn't lnow how much time had passed. But she heard the bathroom door slam open, and she opened her eyes as much as she could. Her vision blurred, but she could make out the tear-stained face of her mother and father. In her right hand, her mother was clutching her note. As well as her locket. He dad kneeled down beside her, trying to cover the wounds to make them stop bleeding. But the last thing Felicity saw was the faces of the people she had loved all her life. Felicity became limp, her face ghostly white. She had left this world knowing her parents loved her.


That day, her friends and family stood gathered around a statue, and a polished rock. Although she didn't mean to, she passed on the pain she had felt to everyone at that funeral. Her Mother and Father placed white flowers on her grave, and cried as if they were never going to stop. One question was burning in everyone's mind: Why? Her statue was placed underneath a willow tree, and the stone read words that would never be forgotten:


Felicity Ellis


She was the girl who could brighten everyone's day

Even if she couldn't brighten her own.


Submitted: April 15, 2012

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Chris Gerard

Suicide is one of the saddest, most futile things of all, and only those who've stepped close to that brink can understand how anyone can feel that bad. You capture that sadness and futility well, and the fact that she passed her pain on to her loved ones. It's never the right option, especially when sometimes it's just a chemical imbalance that can be rectified. So sad. Well written.

Mon, April 23rd, 2012 1:15pm


thank you! And the reason i wrote that is because I've felt like that. And the reason I haven't harmed myself is because of the fact I know that my loved ones would miss me terribly. Thank you for the comment!

Mon, April 23rd, 2012 12:59pm

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