I'm Not Okay (I Promise)|anyone. serious. please?|

[Mary Jane Novicane]

Mary Jane walked up to the towers one evening. God, the school airs to damn warm, she thought. She could not do well with warm air. She'd walk all the way from the dungeons, which were still pretty warm, to the towers just for the refreshing air. She looked around for a while once she was there. Ya know, you probably won't fall off if you just stand on the edge. She pondered this thought for a while. Shrugging, she gave in, and stood on the edge of the tower. She wasn't falling. Wouldn't it be a lot easier if you wern't here at all? Wouldn't have to deal with students sneers, parents fighting with everyone, brother leaving, none of it. Wouldn't life be so much easier if you were dead? Look, right there. See how far away the ground is? You'd be dead on impact. You don't need a suicide note, do you? She smiled at this thought. Things would be easier not having to deal with them. Nobody cared about her. Not even Jimmy. If Jimmy cared about her, she'd be living with him, not with everyone that hated her. She laughed, and began to lean forward. Well, maybe I should write a suicide note, she thought, before stepping off the ledge. She dug around in her robe pocket and dug out some parchment and a quill. She began to write;
This is my suicide note. I can't take this hellhole anymore. I lost the will to live the second I set foot in this place. Everyone would be better off without me. I just take up space. I'm not an important person, I've just been set on this earth to die and be mocked by everyone. See you loosers in the real hell,
Mary Jane Novicane
Seeing that summed it up pretty well, she clasped the note securely in her fist and climed back on the ledge. "Goodbye, cruel world," she said, beggining to fall forward.