Suicide Note

Title: Suicide Note
Author: me
Rating Pg-13
Disclaimer: Not true.
Author's Note: I wrote this because this is how I'm feeling right now. =/ Except minus suicidal thoughts/actions.


"Did he leave a note, a reason, something?" I ask several hours later. After crying my eyes out.

"Yes." His mother hands me a piece of lined paper with a few lines of familiar script scratched on it.

Dear Patrick,

I feel guilty and shitty even though I haven't done anything wrong.  I feel...worthless.  Like there's so much I can/should be doing but I'm not.  Like I don't amount to anything and never will.  I think I finally get the meaning of alone.  I think I finally understand why people do this to themselves.

Please don't hate me. I love you more than you will ever know. I'm so, so sorry.

                                               ~Your Petey


I choke back sobs and can't reread the letter for the fourth time because my vision is blurred.  The forgotton paper is crumbled in my weak fist and falls to the ground. 

"You weren't alone." I whisper to his pale, barely breathing form with many wires attached.  "You're not alone.  You'll never be worthless to me."