Have You Ever Thought About It?

There are many things in life that we really don't think about, so I've decided to post this small little story for you guys, only because I feel as if this story is actually a really good example on how people never think about reality.

Wanna kill yourself?

Imagine this; You come home from school one day. You've had yet another horrible day. You're just ready to give up. So you go to your room, close the door, and take out that suicide note you've written and rewritten over and over and over You take out those razor blades, and cut for the very last time. You grab that bottle of pills and take them all. Laying down, holding the letter to your chest, you close your eyes for the very last time. A few hours later, your little brother knocks on your door to come tell you dinners ready. You don't answer, so he walks in. All he sees is you laying on your bed, so he thinks you're asleep. He tells your mom this. Your mom goes to your room to wake you up. She notices something is odd. She grabs the paper in your hand and reads it. Sobbing, she tries to wake you up. She's screaming your name. Your brother, so confused, runs to go tell Dad that "Mommy is crying and sissy won't wake up." Your dad runs to your room. He looks at your mom, crying, holding the letter to her chest, sitting next to your lifeless body. It hits him, what's going on, and he screams. He screams and throws something at the wall. And then, falling to his knees, he starts to cry. Your mom crawls over to him, and they sit there, holding each other, crying. The next day at school, there's an announcement. The principal tells everyone about your suicide. It takes a few seconds for it to sink in, and once it does, everyone goes silent. Everyone blames themselves. Your teachers think they were too hard on you. Those mean popular girls, they think of all the things they've said to you. That boy that used to tease you and call you names, he can't help but hate himself for never telling you how beautiful you really are. Your ex boyfriend, the one that you told everything to, that broke up with you.. He can't handle it. He breaks down and starts crying, and runs out of the school. Your friends? They're sobbing too, wondering how they could never see that anything was wrong, wishing they could have helped you before it was too late. And your best friend? She's in shock. She can't believe it. She knew what you were going through, but she never thought it would get that bad... Bad enough for you to end it. She can't cry, she can't feel anything. She stands up, walks out of the classroom, and just sinks to the floor. Shaking, screaming, but no tears coming out. It's a few days later, at your funeral. The whole town came. Everyone knew you, that girl with the bright smile and bubbly personality. The one that was always there for them, the shoulder to cry on. Lots of people talk about all the good memories they had with you, there were a lot. Everyone's crying, your little brother still doesn't know you killed yourself, he's too young. Your parents just said you died. It hurts him, a lot. You were his big sister, you were supposed to always be there for him. Your best friend, she stays strong through the entire service, but as soon as they start lowering your casket into the ground, she just loses it. She cries and cries and doesn't stop for days. It's two years later. The whole school talks to a counselor/therapist at least once a week. Your teachers all quit their job. Those mean girls have eating disorders now. That boy that used to tease you cuts himself. Your ex boyfriend doesn't know how to love anymore and just sleeps around with girls. Your friends all go into depression. Your best friend? She tried to kill herself. She didn't succeed like you did, but she tried...your brother? He finally found out the truth about your death. He self harms, he cries at night, he does exactly what you did for years leading up to your suicide. Your parents? Their marriage fell apart. Your dad became a workaholic to distract himself from your death. Your mom got diagnosed with depression and just lays in bed all day. People care. You may not think so, but they do. Your choices don't just effect you. They effect everyone. Don't end your life, you have so much to live for. Things can't get better if you give up.

First Blog Ever

Hi! My name is Ellie and yes, I am a YA book obsessor! This blog as you guys can see at the title, is my first blog ever. Yes, I'm a newbie and yes, I'm learning how to keep up a book blog from my mentors: Ensconced In YA and Celestial Reviews. (Yes, yes, yes! They are AWESOME book bloggers. And plus, they give away AWESOME books! Gotta go check 'em out! Link is below...) Anyways, I know my blog will definitely not be half or even one-eight as good as theirs, but hey, why not give it a try? I've wanted to make a blog for like... two years now, and now that I'm fifteen, why not? Well, anywho, my blog will probably burst with reviews. THAT would probably be the only thing shown... oh! And stories. Yes, I LOOOOOOOOOVE stories! Even though I'm more of a reader than a writer... well, ahem. Where was I? Yes, I was talking about my crappy blog that I'm about to make. Wait- no. Ah. Yeah, my blog doesn't really host any giveaways... sadly, but it's gonna be the one to babble about some of my stories and bring you up-to-date with some other book blogs. Okay, so to start my blog off, why don't I tell the the story of Ellie becoming a big bookworm, hmm? Sound good? Alright!

So... once upon a time, there was a girl named Ella who decided to call herself Ellie as her pen name. When she was only in fourth grade, her mother forced her to read the book "Little Woman" and "Anne of Green Gables". Although, the books were of high praise, Ellie read only a word from each, threw them down and declared in her high-pitched voice: "I ABSOLUTELY HATE HATE HATE READING!!!" Her mother, siblings, and father were devastated to see such a hater of books in their family. Later on, when Ellie was busy thinking about what to do in the summer of fifth grade, an idea snapped into her mind. What if, she thought, I tried to read "The Brothers Grimm"? Ellie loved to read fairy tales, and her mother had already recommended that book to her various times, but still, Ellie had waved away the book, threatening to rip it to shreds if her mother had shown her the book again. Starting from the beginning to the summer, all the way to the start of sixth grade, Ellie drank up the wondrous stories of  "The Brothers Grimm". That, was when her blind brown eyes opened up to the real world of wonderful and awesome books. And she never stopped reading for that day on. She still is reading.

Wow. What a brat I was, right? But, no worries, guys, I ABSOLUTELY LOVE AND ADORE reading now!  (No wonder  my eyes have gotten so bad...) Well, you know, *small, nervous laugh* that's kinda how a lot of people got to know the wonders of reading... Uh. Ahem. Sorry. As I was saying eairlier... there aren't going to be a lot of giveaways, but you'll be following along on some of my favorite blogs and they'll be tons of review of tons of books! (: ... I hope...

My Fav Blogs that are AWESOME!!!

Visit Christina in Ensconced in YA:

http://cahreviews.blogspot.com/


Visit Ce-Ce in Celestial Reviews:

http://cecesreviews.blogspot.com/