Jennifer met a boy named Robert one day. He was really sweet and Jennifer thought he was cute. A few weeks later he asked her out. After a moment's hesitation, she told him yes and they went on their first date the next night. A few months pass by and Jennifer couldn't be any happier. She had the boyfriend of her dreams, her loyal best friend, and parents that loved her more than anything in the world. Life couldn't get any better... One day, Jennifer and Robert planned to go to a movie on Friday night. Jennifer was so excited. Friday arrives and Jennifer puts on her best outfit- a short purple cocktail dress with a pair of her favorite shoes. She decided that tonight she was going to let Robert have what he's been asking for. She felt it was time that she take the next step with Robert, so she went all out...looking the best she possibly could. Jennifer's friend dropped her off at the movie theaters and drove away. Jennifer called Robert to ask him where he was. She'd called him over and over again but all she got was the answering machine. It turns out Robert had forgotten about the date and fell asleep with his fone on silent. Jennifer- feeling abandoned- finally decided that Robert wasn't going to show up and that she should start walking home. She would call for a ride but she wasted all her battery life on Robert. She figured that she didn't live that far, and that she'd be able to get home in 10 minutes...so she started walking. She took a short-cut along the way...trying to get home as quickly as she possibly could. She wanted to be home in bed with warm blankets protecting her. She didn't want to think about how Robert had stood her up. She already knew what she was going to tell robert the next day. What she didn't know was that deep in the shadows was a van. What she didn't know was that inside the van were a couple of convicts who had just gotten out of prison, charged with rape, their wives having left them, and ready for a thrill. She proceeded down the alley-way without hesitating, and before she knew it she was in the van, hands tearing at her short dress, another pair of hands tying up her wrists, and the last pair of hands muffling her cries with a cloth. Jennifer kicked, and squirmed as much as she could but she was no match for 3 ex-convicts. She could feel the blood running down her leg, the breath being knocked out of her lungs. She couldn't fight any longer, she was too weak to even leave her eyes open. She laid limp as they each took turns derating her. They dumped her on the side of the alley and sped off. Jennifer slowly got up, and fell back down. When she could finally find the strength to balance herself, she limped the last few blocks to her home. When she got home she laid down in bed and cried herself to sleep. The next day Robert went over to Jennifer's house. The moment she saw him, she began sobbing uncontrollably. He apologized thinking that she was crying because he had left her at the movies alone. When she got ahold of herself, she explained to him what really happened the night before. For a moment, she thought she saw remorse in his eyes, but that was replaced with sudden, unexplained anger. He said it was her fault she got raped and that she was stupid to have worn such a slutty dress. She began to cry again, and somehow that made him angrier. He slapped her and told her that she was acting like a bitch and that she might as well have been a prostitute. He ended their relationship and left her lying on the floor. Monday morning came around and Jennifer ran to her best friend Alyssa. Jennifer knew that Alyssa would understand and comfort her. When she told her, Alyssa told her that Robert had told her what had happened and that she was being an attention whore. Jennifer didn't know what to do. She decided to go to her parents and tell them what happened. Her mother and father didn't believe her. They asked her where she was coming up with these stories. When jennifer insisted that she wasn't lying, her parents kicked her out because they didn't need the neighborhood thinking that their daughter was a first-class slut. Jennifer didn't know what to do. She lost her dream boyfriend, her best friend, and her parents don't believe a word that's coming out of her mouth. Jennifer went to the nearest drug store, bought a bottle of pain-killers with the last few dollars she had left, and over-dosed in the same alley she was raped in. When the coroner examined her she discovered that Jennifer was pregnant. Suicide is not something to mess around with. You never know what a person is going through. So if you know someone who's going through a hard time, tell that person that they are special and they mean the world.
Lol it's ok I see the point buuuuuuuut! At least make it more realistic if you do it again I mean seriously A girl gets rape and her bf calls her a whore practically!? Like really And her parents kick her out for being raped!? Some serious family issues there
I actually know someone tht happened to....I'm not going to state her name buht now she lives with her aunt
A realistic suicide story. Noël is a very popular girl. Tall slim cheerleader type. She has the looks. The money. The kindness. But Noël has some secrets she wants you to know. Noël's dad is drunk a lot and hits her. He tells her he hates her and she was a mistake. Also Noël is bisexual. She is afraid to say anything to her family whose very against gay rights. Her school is also very very cruel. One day Noël tells her best friend Savannah she is bisexual. Savannah acts cool but deep down thinks about what great gossip this would make. By next week no one will even talk to Noël. Noël is heartbroken, alone, and abused. She finds a razor and slits her wrist. Not deep but just so she can feel the pain. She feels unloved. She wants attention. Day after day the kids rag on her. The friends who promised to always be there decorate her locker with notes saying whore and skank. One day Noël is fed up. Her locker was covered with notes. She had to eat lunch in the bathroom. Her dad broke her finger. She takes the razor and digs the blade deep into her skin. She spends her last hour in the tub write a letter while her blood fill the tub. The letter simply said goodbye. No love Noël. Just goodbye