I understand if nobody believes in ghosts, but I still feel like I should post this. Even if nobody believes it, I still want people to know.
In 1999, there was a girl at my school named Annabelle. She was a Junior, and let me tell you, she was a very pretty girl; pale skin, a few freckles, long brown hair, and blue eyes. She was rich and fit into a crowd, and had lots of friends. Sounds like the best life ever, right?
The thing nobody knew was that she was only popular to avoid bullies and peer pressure, which on occasion, she still had to deal with. People took advantage of her for her money and guys only liked her because of her appearance. She hated everything about it; she hated knowing she couldn't be herself because nobody would love her, she hated makeup, the clothes; everything. On top of that, she was Agnostic and her best friend was Wiccan; she would've been bullied for being accused of being Satanic.
That's not even half of it, though; her father, Bryce, was a hard-core Jehovah's Witness who was abusive and her mother was just a coward. Her father raped her repetitively, abused her, and even went out of his way to have her removed from the yearbooks, by bribing the Yearbook team.
Naturally, she thought what the rest of us did; suicide would surely be the answer, wouldn't it?
Finally Anna decided she had enough; she locked herself up in the cafeteria girl's bathroom, in the handicapped stall, and took the necklace around her neck. It was a fairly strong chain, and so, she tightened it as much as she could around her neck. Once she had it around, she realized she made a mistake seconds later, but the chain wouldn't come undone and tried to rush out and get help.
She tripped, fell, and hit her head on an exposed pipe under the sink. The blow knocked her unconscious and she was left there with the chain on her neck.
She died right there.
But it doesn't stop there; she may have died there, but she didn't go to Heaven or Hell, or whatever afterlife your religion believes in; her soul stayed there. She may have lost her life, but her feelings, pain, memories, and everything that made her who she was was still very much alive.
Try to imagine it; spending 10 years alone in the school where you were bullied. You watch your best friend cry because of your death, your teachers think about you every day, whether they talk about you or not, and, even if your family hates you, you KNOW in your heart those relatives that weep because of your death. People can't see you; they don't even know you're there. You're just a memory, a thought; you can't reach out for help like you can while you're alive, you can't talk to anybody, and eventually, people don't even want to think about your death. In life, you would've been more than willing to pull the plug, but now, that's not an option, and in fact, that choice has only made you feel worse.
Me and my best friend are both very into ghosts and spiritual things. My best friend has the ability to 'hear' ghosts (they speak through her thoughts) and that was how Anna told us her story. She's our friend now and we visit her frequently.
Now, I know some of you may be thinking "Pfft yeah right, a ghost?" But we looked around; my older sister went to my school in 2001, and she told me there was a memorial held for her that she remembers. We also asked a few teachers, and while a few denied it, one teacher replied that 'it sounds familiar', we're still looking through the yearbooks some more.
But my point here isn't to debate about whether ghosts exist or not. I wanted to share this because I want to say this; you know in your heart suicide isn't the answer, but why isn't it the answer? It's because when you commit suicide, all you're doing is abandoning the people who love you. No matter how unloved you feel, you have people around you who do care about you, friends and family alike. If you committed suicide, you won't feel different; your memories of those tauntings, the feelings of being outcasted, your personality, the things that make you smile-- everything that makes you who are is still alive. You'll only regret it deeply; you'll be lucky if your friends or family can feel you, should you decide to visit them.
I don't expect anybody to believe me, but Anna wanted people to know what's happened to her, and I feel like everybody should know. It's a terrible feeling to want to kill yourself (I myself have suffered from suicidal thoughts, and I am struggling to stop cutting) but it's never worth it.
Everything is okay in the end, and people do love you. Keep going.