Mental Health and Suicide
First My Story: #Inflection Prose by Nelly Vee As I stand here looking at the picture above the mantel, a stranger I once knew from a time long ago, she was so different. I do not recognize her now. How could she do this to me? She promised that she would never change, no matter the situation, circumstances, or scenes. But she did; she deceived me. I’m not sure if we will ever be one again, not now, not ever, not anytime soon. Maybe it was me who had changed. Was it? But, I am standing here now, at this moment, a real live soul. And she, the woman in that picture, is nowhere to be found. She is just a picture, a shadow of that stranger without a soul. I do not want to become her; this was never in my dreams. Besides, I am only thirteen. As I stand here looking at the picture above the mantel, a stranger I once knew from a time long ago, she was so different. I do not recognize her now. How could she do this to me? That stranger is me. Why did you kill me? ...