//------------------------------// // Let Me Fall, Let Me Break // Story: If I Surrender // by Script Singer //------------------------------// Script walks down the streets of town staring at the ground with her ears folded back. She hasn’t been able to open up lately to her friends fully and she felt like there was a monster inside of her slowly killing her from the inside.  She’s been able to hold on for a few months now but today she’s been hanging on by a thread. She finally decided she was going to end her pain tonight. She had everything she needed. Nothing was going to stop her this time.  “I don’t want to be saved this time…” She whispered to herself.  She couldn’t take it anymore. She’s finally breaking because she’s been unable to fully explain what’s been going on. She can’t take the monsters inside of her anymore.  “If I surrender to the monsters in me, will it finally set me free…?” She approached her front door as she walked inside, shutting the door behind her. She doesn’t see any point in holding on anymore. She felt like nopony cared if she existed or not. Nopony knew how much pain she was in, they’re not her, so they don’t exactly understand what it’s like.  She’s so sick of her friends telling her she should just stay and give it another try. They were just lying to her when they said they’d miss her.  “If you guys could see under my skin, you’d realize why I don’t like to share my problems with others… why I don’t wanna win my fight…” She muttered. “If you guys could see the abuse I went through and spent a day in my shoes, you would understand…” She walked over to her desk pulled out a piece of paper and a quill and began to write a note.  --- Script Singer walked over to her coltfriend’s house tears streaming down her face. She opened the mailbox and left the envelope inside. She then walked back to her house and went into her room. She walked over to her nightstand and opened the drawer, a bottle of pills rolling around inside. She picked up the bottle of pills, staring at it for a moment.  “No more second chances, there’s nothing left to say…” Script whispered. She then opened the bottle of pills and took the entire bottle.  She then layed herself on her bed and shut her eyes for the last time.