The End for the Suffering

It was a winter night on a snow covered road, hidden in the white and leaf-bare trees.
She sat there, wandering about her life.
I can tell you it never was happy.
From a small age she was beaten by her dad, for actually - no reason.
When she got older, she never could do the stuff that her friends did.
She never could cut her hair, or buy normal clothes, or hang out with her friends...
She was always miserable, always crying at nights, always having this desire to die.
It was less than a month to her 14th birthday. It wasn’t pleasant.
Her family had cash problems, her mom had to do surgery, and she wanted to buy something she never had.
But then, she got this again.
She went to cut her hair, and did it.
When she came home, her mother didn’t see the change, so she hid it. Happily, her dad didn’t see it too.
Her parents went to their friends, and she made some sweets.
When she started getting ready, her parents came back.
Really fast, she arranged everything, made her hair so no one will notice, and sat down.
’mom, can I go out?’ she asked.
’Come back at 10:30. Not a minute later’ was the answer.
The tears went up to her eyes.
’’Gosh! I’m almost 14! Let me hang out with my friends!’ she complained.
And then her dad started yelling.
‘No! I want to go sleep! And if you will go out late, you won’t answer calls, we’ll get worried, and I won’t sleep and won’t go work...’ And so it continued.
She felt as she was at fault for everything.
She ran out.
She took he knife out of her jeans-pocket.
’That’s the end of the suffering.’ She whispered.
Slowly, she started cutting her wrists.
The blood covered the white snow.
She cut deeper, feeling the bad pain.
Hours later, they found her body.
The snow around her was covered in red.
She was ice cold.
She was DEAD.