6Jenny Simms hated everything about herself, her friends, her parents, her school, her teachers, her grades, her dog, and ultimately, her life. Jenny Simms lived in a world of hate that she couldn't control. She hated herself because she was a "fat, emo, wanna-be", she hated her friends because they secretly hated her too, she hated her parents because they hit her until she had to go to the hospital, she hated her school because they didn't care, she hated her teachers because they knew she could do better, she hated her grades because they were never good enough, and lastly she hated her dog, because it loved her. Yes, Max the dog was the only one keeping Jenny from taking that last step and ending the hate that surrounded her.
And then one day Max died. Max got hit by her parents car, not because they backed up before looking, but because Jenny had gotten lower than 90% on a test. So now Max was in heaven watching over Jenny as she led her miserable life, left with no one to love, no one to talk to. So Jenny decided she would do something about this miserable life of hers.
Jenny decided to kill herself. She left long, detailed, hate-filled notes for everyone who assisted in making her life miserable. That included the principal for sending her home with a black eye, the janitor for making her un-clog a toilet, her parents for never being there, and even Zachary Smith for never loving her. Of course she sent other notes too, but she felt that those were the most detailed and complex.
Jenny struggled to figure out a way to end her life, she tried sleeping pills, and got her stomach pumped after calling 911 in her dizzy haze.
She tried hanging herself but she was too tall to hang from the sturdy ceiling pipes in the basement and too fat for her mother's pantyhose to keep from ripping.
She tried cutting her wrists with a butchers knife but missed when her father stormed in and kicked her in the back.
She tried alcohol poisoning but ended up puking all over the neighbours car.
Yes, Jenny was having some difficulty doing the deed. Until she saw a news report of a man that jumped off the roof of a four-story building. Jenny smiled at the television and suddenly had a new hope. She would do it today, she would end it today.
She tied her black curly hair in a pretty blue ribbon and wore her favourite grey dress. Today was a special day, she had to look her best. She put in her purple coloured contacts to hide her dark brown eyes and plastered cover up all over her face to hide the acne scars and bruises. Jenny felt that she looked pretty for the first time in her entire life, and soon it would all be gone. She wanted the cameras to pan over her dead body and have people think of how much of a shame it was that a pretty, young girl had ended her life.
The school was a ten minute walk away so she squeezed her toes into a pair of flip-flops and headed out. Her parents would never ask where she was going because they didn't care, they never cared. Jenny was sure that her parents would be happier when she was gone, happy they didn't have to pay for school or clothing. Yes, life would be much better once Jenny was gone.
It's only one more block away! I can practically feel the wind rushing by me as I fall quickly to the ground, Jenny thought to herself. Yes, Jenny was almost there, almost to the last place she would ever see...
And then there was Zachary Smith. He was the star of the schools basketball team, popular with all the ladies, and had the top grades in the school. To sum up Zachary in one word, well, the only thing that came to any ones mind was perfect. But Zachary had only one flaw. He was in love with Jenny Simms.
"Go get the mail Zachary," his mother called to him from the kitchen. He smiled and went to get it happily, he was the type that would do anything to help out his mother. He ran down to the mailbox and looked through each letter to see if there was anything for him. There never was.
But today would be different, today would be the day he received his letter from Jenny Simms.
He saw the lavender envelope and looked for the return address, there wasn't one. He scowled and headed back to the house to see who it was from.
Once inside he tore open the envelope and pulled out the crisp white sheet of paper tucked inside.
Dear Zachary,
I don't think you know who I am, but my name is Jenny Simms, I go to your school and I am in all of your classes. I am writing you a letter to tell you that I am committing suicide, and you are part of the reason why. You may be wondering how and why, so I will tell you. I am in love with you Zachary Smith, and you never acknowledge my presence. I try to wave to you at school but you always walk away, I walk by you in the hall but you never look back, I say hello and you say goodbye. So, Zachary, I leave you with this letter that you may not even read. I didn't put a return address because I figured you wouldn't read it if you knew who it was from. If you do read this, please do not burn it, I would like you to come to my funeral and put it in my casket, if my bloke parents even hold a funeral. Please do not forget the girl you helped to kill, I hope it always haunts your memories and causes you grief.
Yours Truly,
Jenny Simms.
No! Zachary wanted to scream, he had to stop this. He knew where her house was since they lived in such a small town so he ran over there as soon as he finished the letter.
He pounded on the cracked, wooden door of her house.
"Dammit, Jenny, if you forgot your fucking key again I'm going to break your skull in!" Zachary heard a male voice yell from the other side of the door, it must have been her father.
He ripped the door open and glared at Zachary and flared his nostrils.
"What do you want kid?"
"Is J-Jenny here?" he asked nervously.
"No, I don't know where the fuck that little shit is, but if you see her tell her she needs to come home right now and clean up the house, it's a mess," her father yelled, but Zachary was already gone. He was headed to the school, the one place he thought Jenny might be.
Zachary was right, Jenny was at the school, sitting on the roof of the highest building. He had to get her down, and tell her he loved her.
Jenny decided it was now or never and stood up. Zachary ran up the stairs as fast as he could. Jenny took slow steps forward. Zachary ripped open the fire exit to the roof.
Jenny was at the edge. Zachary was on the last step.
Jenny took a deep breathe to calm herself.
"Wait!" Zachary yelled. Jenny turned around to see her one and only love, Zachary Smith. Was he here to have one last go at her confidence?
"I-I love you Jenny! Please don't jump," he pleaded.
"I'm jumping no matter what, Zachary," she said stubbornly. But now she wasn't too sure. "Besides, I'm sure that you've been put up to this, or you read my note and just want some recognition."
"No Jenny, that's not it at all. I know I may look like a confident, popular guy but I'm really not. I've never had the courage to talk to you."
"Really?" Jenny asked, smiling a little. Zachary nodded and clasped her hands in his own. "But why?"
"I don't know Jenny, I really don't. For the longest time though, I've just felt drawn to you, there's just something about you. I know most people don't see it but I do, Jenny, and I love you," Zachary admitted, blushing a little.
"Zachary, I don't know what to say, I truly am flattered...but I've already sent out all that hate mail, I don't think my mind could handle bullying from anymore people."
"Jenny, no. I know what you're thinking but just remember that I'll always be here for you. We can pass it off as a joke or something!" Zachary pleaded.
Jenny's heart felt like it was about to burst at that moment. Jenny had never experienced this sort of love from anyone but Max, and he wasn't even human. Jenny took a deep breath and smiled at Zachary. She grabbed the note out of his hand that she had written just days ago and began to rip it up. She handed some of the little pieces of paper to Zachary and they walked to the very edge of the building.
"On the count of five?" Jenny asked. Zachary nodded, grinning wildly at her.
"One, two, three, four."
"Five!" Jenny yelled. And down they went. Jenny could picture how pretty all the little pieces of paper looked, floating lightly in the still air. But at that moment Jenny Simms had something else on her mind. She was currently imagining how she looked, also flying towards the ground. As she closed her eyes, she took her last breath and smiled, thinking of how Zachary had loved her all this time.
Zachary Smith and Jenny Simms died that day, but little did the police know, they hadn't meant to. On the count of five Jenny and Zachary had thrown the paper, holding hands, ready to end the sad chapter of their lives and start a new one together.
But that would never happen because nether of them noticed that somebody else had emerged onto the roof. Jenny's father had also suspected her to be at the school and was astonished when he had seen her on the roof with the idiot kid who had shown up on his door-step earlier.
Jenny's father had a bone to pick with her, she had done something stupid again and he had been drinking. He needed to knock some sense into that girl before she thought she could get away with such stupid stunts.
As her father reached the rood he looked at his daughter, standing hand in hand with the boy. He inched closer to them, ready to give Jenny a good smack. As he came up behind her, he gave Jenny a strong shove, sending her and the boy over the edge of the building. Jenny's father looked down as he saw his daughter's limp, lifeless body bent in an unnatural position.
He mumbled something to himself before spitting over the edge and walking away.
The police had ruled the deaths of Jenny Simms and Zachary Smith as suicides. Jenny's parents never held a funeral for her, and just like Jenny had thought, life realyl was much better for them without her. Her parents moved shortly after, and Jenny's father lived out the rest of his life without telling a soul what actually happened to Jenny.
If Jenny could have looked at the situation she would have been angry at herself. How could she have not heard her father? How had she missed his loud breathing and foul odour? Yes, if Jenny Simms could ask herself one question it would be,
Why didn't I look back?
Well that was depressing. Anyways, this is a re-upload. I kinda re-vamped it so the end wasn't so fucked but it kinda still sucks. Whatever. I don't really recall what spurred this originally, since I wrote it a dew years back, but I must have been seriously messed at the time. I hope I managed to catch all the spelling and grammar errors but if not, please don't hesitate to let me know.
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