Penelope - Suicide
(TW: Death, suicide, blood, Depression, ect.)Penelope stood on the ledge of the building, her blue skirt fluttering as the wind blew softly; Penelope could almost hear it whispering for her to jump. Her normally happy face was anything but at this moment. Her face was slick with tears and her mascara was running down her cheeks. She looked like a cliche sad girl, the ones you saw in the movies.
She was done with this. This terrible game called Life, it never ended like it did in the Fairy Tales her father would read to her when she was a child. A carefree and pure child. Small and innocent, without a care in the world.
Her Mother hated her for her sexuality, her girlfriend had cheated on her, she was failing all her college classes.
She was done with being a failure to everyone.
What would her father think if he saw her now? He could be a sobbing mess, or maybe he would be screaming at her furiously to get down from there that instant... She didn't know and she didn't really care, honestly.
Penelope made sure the note was still in the front pocket of her dress, sniveling softly she did. The note was written with shaking hands and was hastily folded and put in there. After insuring it was, she took a deep breath; turned around so her back was facing the ground and began to let herself fall backwards, her Strawberry Blonde hair fluttering up towards her face as she did. She felt her stomach twist inside out as she started to make her descent. She heard various bystanders begin to gasp or even scream, but what did that matter now? It would all be pitch black and silence soon enough.
She thought about various things that happened in her life as she went down, her blue skirt moving about erratically.
Her father, her cousin, her first job, the picnic she had when she was eight with her father; the various tea parties she had made him attend.
Every thought stopped with a single, sickening, sound.
'CRACK!'
She landed on her back, her head smashed into the pavement as blood began to pour from it. Her eyes were open and glazed over, she was obviously dead. Various different people who had witnessed the suicide began to scream, call 911, or try to help her, although nothing could be done for the girl.
The ambulance rushed around to the scene just minutes later, people quickly hoping out the back and putting her onto a stretcher, yelling at people to move and to stay calm.
They tried all the way to the hospital and in the hospital to revive her, even though there wasn't much they could do, and offically declared her dead just 10 minutes after arriving at the hospital.
Her father, Benedict Smith, began to scream and yell at everyone and everything he could when told the tragic news; he couldn't bring himself to read the suicide note that was written by his baby girl. He couldn't bring himself to read it because he didn't want to know why, he already knew it was because of him. He did something wrong, even though he didn't know what he did, he knew deep in his gut that it was his fault.
Edward was the one.who read the note. He tried to explain to Benedict that it wasn't his fault; that Penelope had only ever sung his praises. He was relieved to know that this wasn't his fault. But even with that information, it still didn't help the giant whole in his heart. He couldn't ignore or fill the whole that Penelope had left when she left this world.
Penelope was their world.
And she was gone.
(M'kay she's dead now lemme know what y'all think.)
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