Histoire MidReal

Whispers of Maywater Hospital

Naomi Davis

Scénario :My name is Sasha Rivers 17 years old junior at Maywater High school. I have been hospitalized more then 10 time due to bully. I couldn’t go through with it again with the bullying. So I wrote a suicide letter telling my parents everything that i have been through in my letter. After I was done, I went to my room and took a lot of sleeping pill and went to sleep. In the that letter I Apologize to my parents and told them I love them.

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My name is Sasha Rivers 17 years old junior at Maywater High school. I have been hospitalized more then 10 time due to bully. I couldn’t go through with it again with the bullying. So I wrote a suicide letter telling my parents everything that i have been through in my letter. After I was done, I went to my room and took a lot of sleeping pill and went to sleep. In the that letter I Apologize to my parents and told them I love them.

Sasha Rivers

high school student,relationships with her parents and a mysterious nurse,petite with dark hair,resilient and introspective.

Dr. Eliza Hart

mysterious nurse at the hospital,relationship with Sasha and other patients,tall with sharp features,enigmatic and caring.

Mark Rivers

Sasha's father who receives her suicide letter,relationship with his wife and daughter Sasha,rugged with kind eyes,protective and worried.

Dear Mom & Dad,

I’m sorry.

I know you’re going to be mad, and I don’t want you to be mad.

That’s why I’m not giving you the chance to talk me out of it.

I know you would try to change my mind.

I’m doing this because I have to.

I can’t go through another year of being bullied.

Maywater High is a nightmare, and I just want out.

I know I should be strong enough to handle it, but I’m not.

I can’t take the fights, the beatings, and the insults.

I’ve been in this hospital more then 10 times already, and I just can’t do it anymore.

Please don’t be mad at me.

I know this will break your hearts, and I’m sorry for that.

I love you both so much.

This isn’t your fault; it’s mine.

I should have been stronger.

Here’s the thing: I know if I go back to that school, I will kill myself.

I won’t be able to handle it anymore, so I’m doing it now while I still have control over how I want to die.

Please forgive me.

Please don’t hate me.

I placed the letter on my pillow, and my hands started to shake.

My heart was racing, and I knew I had to do this.

I couldn’t go through with it again.

I walked out of my room, careful not to make a sound.

I didn’t want Mom or Dad to hear me.

They would try to stop me, and I couldn’t be stopped.

I had to do this.

I walked down the dark hallway, each step feeling like I was walking to my death.

My mind was a whirlwind of fear and relief.

I was scared of what I was about to do, but I was relieved that it would all be over soon.

I wouldn’t have to deal with the bullying anymore; I wouldn’t have to deal with anything anymore.

I went into the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet.

I pulled out the sleeping pills that Mom had prescribed for her insomnia.

She never took them because they made her feel funny, but they were still in here just in case she needed them.

I poured a handful into my palm, and my hands started shaking even more.

Tears started streaming down my face as I looked at myself in the mirror.

This was it; this was really it.

I stared at the pills, my mind a whirlwind of despair and desperation.

I thought of all the times I had been beaten, all the times I had been called a slut, a whore, a freak.

I thought of all the times I had been pushed around, and all the times I had been spit on.

My fingers closed around them, my decision final.

I swallowed them one by one, each pill a step closer to silence.

My heart pounded in my chest, fear mingling with a strange sense of calm.

I stumbled back to my room, collapsing onto the bed.

I lay there for a while, feeling the darkness creeping at the edges of my vision.

I knew that soon I would be gone; soon it would be over.

I was going to be at peace.

Mom and Dad would be sad for a while, but they would get over it.

They would move on with their lives, and they would forget about me.

It was strange; I didn’t want them to forget about me, but I knew it was inevitable.

I would be gone, and there would be nothing they could do about it.

My last thought was of peace before everything went black.

Mark Rivers walked into his house, feeling something off.

He walked through the darkened hallway, calling out to his family.

"Sasha? Mom? Dad?"

There was no answer, and fear started to creep into his heart.

He rushed up the stairs, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Sasha?"

He stopped at her room, hesitating for a moment.

He didn’t want to intrude on her privacy, but he had a bad feeling.

He turned the handle, pushing her door open slowly.

"Sasha?"

He froze when he saw her lying on the bed.

She was still, so still.

Mark’s heart stopped beating as he rushed to her side.

He shook her gently, hoping she would wake up.

She didn’t move; she was completely limp.

Mark’s eyes scanned her body frantically, and that’s when he saw it: a letter on the bed beside her with his parent’s names written on the envelope.

Panic surged through him as he grabbed the phone and called 911.

His voice was shaking as he spoke to the operator.

"My sister…she won’t wake up. Please hurry!"

The operator tried to get more information from him, but Mark just dropped the phone and rushed over to Sasha’s side.