She pushed the dagger into her gut and let a hiss spill through her clenched teeth. The pain felt so brilliant, so final that her pale face stretched into a smile.
It’s over, she whispered into the empty room. Finally, it’s over.

She felt the weight lift from her shoulders as she thought about the world minus her.

Her mother could stop worrying like she seemed to be doing all the time. Every night peeking into her daughter’s room and letting out a squeak at the bloodied knife.

Her ‘boyfriend’ could stop pretending he loved her. Could stop sticking with her because he pitied her.

Her friends could lose their socially inadequate friend; the one that had been keeping them from getting the popularity they deserved.

She thought of all the people whose lives would be better for not meeting her and she laughed a bitter, twisted laugh. A dark mist clouded her vision as she waited for death to take her. Her knees dropped her from her kneeling stance as one last word echoed though her mind:
“No!”