Far Too Late

As she just laid in the middle of her bedroom floor, the thought popped into her mind. Not one of boys or clothes. No. She thought of nooses and different poisons and how to properly overdose. She thought of how little people would care and how easy it would be to just end it all. She had decided to do it that night. She decided to cut her arms and stomach before she hanged herself. She cut her stomach and as the blood ran down her legs, she cut her arms vertically as she had been taught on all those how-to sites. As she began to lose consciousness, she stepped up onto the stool and faced the pre-tied noose. She slipped her head through the hole; she blacked out and fell forward. The knot tightened as she fell off the stool. It took a few hours for her to die since she hadn't broken her neck. Her younger brother found her hanging, swinging in the basement. He sat there and cried in a pool of her blood as he clung to her dangling legs. The police went through her computer's internet history and found tens of hundreds of how-to sites. How to: tie a noose, cut yourself, hide self harm scars, etc. That's when they realized how blind they had been. That's when they saw how broken she was. That's when they knew she had needed help but they'd ignored her pleads to be noticed, to be cared about. That's when they knew it had been too late to save their little girl....