Day 28. A suicide note.

He knew that they would cry when they found him on his floor the next morning. His arms would be crusted with his own dried blood, and his mother would ask why. A small piece of paper would be crumpled in his hands, telling them not to blame themselves, but he just couldn't go on. Little did he know, trying to write that small note might just change his mind.
"Dear mom, I'm sorry but..." no, not right. He crumpled the paper and threw it in the waist basket. Maybe he shouldn't just address it to her, but to everyone. "Dear family," he started again. His pen hovered above  the paper, once again no knowing what to write. There were do many different things to try to say, how was he going to make them understand what he was going through. How was he going to make it so they didn't hate him. He loved them all very dearly, but he just couldn't take the constant bullying anymore. he stared down at the blank paper, trying to thing of what to write.
"I'm sorry." was the first thing he wrote. He thought that it might be easier to get it all out without addressing it to someone. He lowered his pen to the paper and slowly began to write again. "I know that this is going to be hard to understand, but please don't hate me. Just know that I am sorry that I'm putting you through this pain. Mom, please understand that this is not your fault. I promise. There was nothing that any of you could've done differently, so please don't blame yourselves. I know you're going to ask why. And I'm going to give you an answer. You all know that I'm gay, but no one at school was supposed to. But someone told them, there were awful notes in my locker. People yelled horrible things at me every single day. I tried talking to the office, and the guidance councilors, but no one would listen. I'm sorry I didn't come to you first, but I just couldn't take the bullying anymore.I hope that maybe this will make them realize how serious bullying can be." Tears splashed on the paper as he wrote.He knew writing this would make him want to hold on and try again, but he knew that he couldn't. He wished there was a way to show not only the bullies but the school system just how serious he was being. But he knew there wasn't. 
He read over his note, making sure everything was worded just right. When He came to the end, he realized that there was something very important missing from this. Picking up his pen for the last time he wrote "Please, after all of this is over, don't forget me. Remember the happy and funny me, the me that would crack jokes at horrible times just to make someone smile. And never, ever, forget that I love each and every one you." He folded the paper neatly into a small square and held it tightly in his hand. Slowly he picked up the razor blade and held it to his wrist. He pressed down hard and dragged it toward his elbow, blood quickly covering everything. He quickly repeated the process on the other arm, a minute passed and he was feeling rater light headed and before he knew it, he had fallen to the floor with a very loud thump. His world was getting darker, and right before he passed out he thought he heard someone running up the stairs to make sure he was okay. Maybe he was going to be saved after all.