0 views
THE SUICIDE NOTE
Mrs. Thompson flopped on her couch with a coffee in one hand and a newspaper in the other. She occasionally closed her eyes to enjoy the silence around her. 'I need this often,' she said while tucking her legs under her.
She put down her newspaper, got up, and looked around her small home, reminiscing about what it used to be like.
She walked slowly, caressing any object she came in contact with. Now facing a door with a poster that read 'MICO's ROOM,' Mrs. Thompson carefully placed her hand on the door handle and pushed it down, taking in the state of the room with a deep breath. 'Oh Mico, when are you going to learn?'
She walked in and started picking up her daughter's clothes from the floor, then placed other items in the right spot. She sat down on her bed and immediately jolted up, removing the duvet to find what she sat on—a big black book. Mrs. Thompson opened the book page by page and realized its contents.
She looked at the pictures Mico has been saving: Their first family vacation, Mico's performances, and pictures of other events. Mrs. Thompson continued flipping until she opened the last page and found an envelope. 'For you, Mom!'
Mrs. Thompson stared at the writing on the front of the envelope. A cold shiver ran down her spine as she continued staring at the envelope. She placed the book down and sat down, still staring at the envelope. She opened the envelope carefully, making sure not to tear it. She pulled out a neatly folded paper and immediately unfolded it.
'Dear Mom,' 'I, Mico, have decided that living isn't worth it. I have tried to find reasons to live, but I just can't seem to find any reason. Ever since Mia's death, you shut me out. You never cared about what I needed. Mia was my twin sister, and I loved her very much, but you forgot that! You forgot me when I needed you the most. You also forgot Dad. Dad is in the hospital, counting his last days, and all you care about is work.
In school, I get bullied just because I exist. I am called all sorts of names. My grades are falling, and all you can do is shout at me. You never cared to ask what was wrong. All you cared about was your job and the other guy you are seeing. You don't deserve this letter, Mom! You should have done better. You shouldn't have made me an outcast. I wish my life turned out differently. I wish I didn't plan on ending my life today, Mom. I wish you were here! I wish you all the best.'
Mrs. Thompson raised up her hands to wipe her tears. She hadn't realized tears were flowing until she wiped them. She rushed out of Mico's room and dashed into her room. She took off her robe and wore a dress and grabbed her keys. She drove as fast as she could to Mico's school.
She arrived and ran into the hallway. "Mico!" she yelled. "Has anyone seen Mico?" She asked the students who were looking at her wide-eyed.
She opened a blue door and found her daughter giving a presentation in front of her class. "Mico," she rushed up to her, giving her a bear hug.
"What are you doing here, mom?" she whispered.
"Oh, Mico," her mom began. "I love you so much, and I am sorry I neglected you. Please find it in your heart to forgive me, love."
"Could you guys give the Thompsons a minute?" the teacher announced. The students got up chattering while leaving the classroom.
"Thank you," Mrs. Thompson mouthed to the teacher before he left.
"Mico, don't kill yourself. I love you, and I will do better. I promise you, dear," tears began to cloud her eyes.
Before Mico could utter a word, a phone started buzzing. Mrs. Thompson pulled out her phone from her pocket and tapped on the screen. She immediately raised it to her ear and walked inches away from her daughter.
"Thank you," she ended the call with and put back her phone into her pocket.
"Who was that?" Mico realized the sweat that beaded on her mom's temples
Doctor Arnold called" she sat carefully on the chair beside her.
"Is dad okay?" Mico walked slowly towards her mom.
"He died, Mico," she whispered.
"No! No! No! It should have been you," Mico screamed. Mrs. Thompson got up and pulled him into a hug.
"Don't touch me, Mother!" She freed herself from the hug and escaped from the classroom.
"Mico, wait!" Mrs. Thompson got home after an intensive search for Mico. She looked everywhere but to no avail. She cuddled up in her chair, crying profusely. Her tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, and her chest heaved rapidly. She picked up her buzzing phone and sat up straight when she heard the voice.
"Mrs. Thompson, I suggest you turn on the news," the voice said. Her phone was pressed against her ear as she searched for the remote. She scrolled through channels until she found the news channel.
Her phone slipped from her hand, making a loud noise as it hit the floor.
Breaking news: A high schooler known as Mico Thompson was found dead this afternoon inside the woods.
'No! I should have done better. I should have seen my daughter wasn't doing well,' she exclaimed as she fell to the ground, clasping her hair.
'Mico, come back to me.'
~Komey Chan
© KomeyChanWrites
She put down her newspaper, got up, and looked around her small home, reminiscing about what it used to be like.
She walked slowly, caressing any object she came in contact with. Now facing a door with a poster that read 'MICO's ROOM,' Mrs. Thompson carefully placed her hand on the door handle and pushed it down, taking in the state of the room with a deep breath. 'Oh Mico, when are you going to learn?'
She walked in and started picking up her daughter's clothes from the floor, then placed other items in the right spot. She sat down on her bed and immediately jolted up, removing the duvet to find what she sat on—a big black book. Mrs. Thompson opened the book page by page and realized its contents.
She looked at the pictures Mico has been saving: Their first family vacation, Mico's performances, and pictures of other events. Mrs. Thompson continued flipping until she opened the last page and found an envelope. 'For you, Mom!'
Mrs. Thompson stared at the writing on the front of the envelope. A cold shiver ran down her spine as she continued staring at the envelope. She placed the book down and sat down, still staring at the envelope. She opened the envelope carefully, making sure not to tear it. She pulled out a neatly folded paper and immediately unfolded it.
'Dear Mom,' 'I, Mico, have decided that living isn't worth it. I have tried to find reasons to live, but I just can't seem to find any reason. Ever since Mia's death, you shut me out. You never cared about what I needed. Mia was my twin sister, and I loved her very much, but you forgot that! You forgot me when I needed you the most. You also forgot Dad. Dad is in the hospital, counting his last days, and all you care about is work.
In school, I get bullied just because I exist. I am called all sorts of names. My grades are falling, and all you can do is shout at me. You never cared to ask what was wrong. All you cared about was your job and the other guy you are seeing. You don't deserve this letter, Mom! You should have done better. You shouldn't have made me an outcast. I wish my life turned out differently. I wish I didn't plan on ending my life today, Mom. I wish you were here! I wish you all the best.'
Mrs. Thompson raised up her hands to wipe her tears. She hadn't realized tears were flowing until she wiped them. She rushed out of Mico's room and dashed into her room. She took off her robe and wore a dress and grabbed her keys. She drove as fast as she could to Mico's school.
She arrived and ran into the hallway. "Mico!" she yelled. "Has anyone seen Mico?" She asked the students who were looking at her wide-eyed.
She opened a blue door and found her daughter giving a presentation in front of her class. "Mico," she rushed up to her, giving her a bear hug.
"What are you doing here, mom?" she whispered.
"Oh, Mico," her mom began. "I love you so much, and I am sorry I neglected you. Please find it in your heart to forgive me, love."
"Could you guys give the Thompsons a minute?" the teacher announced. The students got up chattering while leaving the classroom.
"Thank you," Mrs. Thompson mouthed to the teacher before he left.
"Mico, don't kill yourself. I love you, and I will do better. I promise you, dear," tears began to cloud her eyes.
Before Mico could utter a word, a phone started buzzing. Mrs. Thompson pulled out her phone from her pocket and tapped on the screen. She immediately raised it to her ear and walked inches away from her daughter.
"Thank you," she ended the call with and put back her phone into her pocket.
"Who was that?" Mico realized the sweat that beaded on her mom's temples
Doctor Arnold called" she sat carefully on the chair beside her.
"Is dad okay?" Mico walked slowly towards her mom.
"He died, Mico," she whispered.
"No! No! No! It should have been you," Mico screamed. Mrs. Thompson got up and pulled him into a hug.
"Don't touch me, Mother!" She freed herself from the hug and escaped from the classroom.
"Mico, wait!" Mrs. Thompson got home after an intensive search for Mico. She looked everywhere but to no avail. She cuddled up in her chair, crying profusely. Her tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, and her chest heaved rapidly. She picked up her buzzing phone and sat up straight when she heard the voice.
"Mrs. Thompson, I suggest you turn on the news," the voice said. Her phone was pressed against her ear as she searched for the remote. She scrolled through channels until she found the news channel.
Her phone slipped from her hand, making a loud noise as it hit the floor.
Breaking news: A high schooler known as Mico Thompson was found dead this afternoon inside the woods.
'No! I should have done better. I should have seen my daughter wasn't doing well,' she exclaimed as she fell to the ground, clasping her hair.
'Mico, come back to me.'
~Komey Chan
© KomeyChanWrites
