Once upon a time...

Once upon a time was the way the story started out. It sounded like the beginning of a fairy tale, it could have been, but it wasn't. This wasn't a fairy tale and it wouldn't have a happy ending.
Some people believe that after a certain point, nothing else can go wrong. But it always seems to. Then once you think you have reached the bottom, you decide to play with a stick of dynamite, and get yourself in deeper. After a while you begin to learn not to push things to far, at least some people do.
Sitting on the edge of a fifty foot cliff, the young girl watched as rocks tumbled and fell down the sides as she threw them. As she sat, she wonder what would happen to her if she fell off. She doubted she would ever find out, but she was wrong.
The whole school year had gone by with her getting taunted and teased. Even at home she couldn't escape it. There her brother gave her shit, and her fathers attitude constantly put her down.
As she sat thinking, she brushed the tears from her cheeks. She would not cry. She wouldn't let them bother her. But how could she not. When she was forced to move to this town, she had lost all that she held dear. Her friends. When she had moved she lost the most important thing in her life, the people who cared and that she trusted.
Now left with no one to tell her problems to, no one who cared enough to find out how she felt, she suffered. She held all of her problems and pain in and it was causing her to break down. That was why she was on this cliff.
She had come here for peace and quiet, something she held dear. This was a place she could think and an easy way to distance herself from all of the people she detested. It was private property, a very lonely place. A dream made up by her perhaps.
That day she sat thinking of the pain. She couldn't take it anymore. She had kept herself from doing it for almost two years now. She couldn't hold on much longer.
As she looked over the cliff, she ventured closer and closer to the edge. At the very edge she looked down, staring at the jagged rocks below, she hesitated. Debating whether it was worth it to live or better to die, a thought slipped in to her mind. While some people feared death, she welcomed it and waited for it to comfort her and for it to rid her of all of the things that life punished her with. Pushing her self off the cliff, she fell through the air.
With her eyes wide open, she fell toward the rocks. No fear was felt, just release. And as she fell on to the rocks, she was finally at peace......

Fists slammed against the door. Voices yelled in vain, for the person wasn't listening. She had decided that she couldn't take it any more, it had to end. Ignoring the pleas of the people outside, she ran the razor across her wrist. Then as the blood trickled down her arms, she finally let her suffering show. The tears ran slowly down her cheeks as in desperation she tried to understand why every one had deserted her. Then as everything faded to black, she knew. They had not deserted her, she had give up trying, and had deserted them.
Many people cried at the loss. The newspaper read how the local teen suicide had upset the whole town. Her dad told everyone that he couldn't believe that she could have done something like that. Then some one found a note that she had wrote. A final plea for help, but no one bothered to listen to her silent cries for help and now it was to late. It hadn't been a suicide. Their ignorance had pushed her over the edge.