Ideal circumstances for death

"December. Friday the twenty-ninth. Snow is falling outside the window, spinning in a slow, lazy dance. It was as if fate itself had decided to fulfill my dream of a perfect death."

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Well. It's time to talk about yourself. My name is... actually, I have a lot of names. "Brute; Brainless; Whore; Unnecessary." And so on and so forth... I'm seventeen. Well, there's nothing more to tell about yourself. Let's start the narration.

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School. Six lessons flew by unnoticed and now it's time to go home. You can't be late, otherwise you'll be in trouble. I hurried to the locker room to avoid getting in line. I managed to get my clothes first. After changing my shoes and putting on my jacket, I went home. I still had about twenty minutes to come "home" and that was enough time for me. I heard the voices of my "friends" from behind. "Damn, damn, damn!" flashed through my head. These were the very people from whom I often received various injuries. I was hailed. I tried to assess the situation. Judging by the footsteps, three people were following me. They were familiar to me, but I didn't turn around. They called out to me and, without waiting for an answer, pressed me against a brick wall in a doorway. Nikita, Sasha and Artyom, or as I called them "The Boar, the Ghoul and the Pig," stood in front of the house. All these "names" that I gave them suited them well. They were all ugly, fat assholes who beat up everything and everyone they saw. Also two months ago, they were seen trying to drag a first-grader into a closet and rape her. Then they were reprimanded and their parents were called, but apparently today they were more determined than ever. I looked at their pants and understood their intentions as ironically as ever. Attempts to escape were futile. I was spun around and slammed face first into the wall. I was still trying to break free, but to no avail. My trousers were abruptly pulled off and I felt like three organs were trying to get inside me. If so, then so. I began to react more calmly to this. The fact is that I have already encountered this, but only my father or his friends participated in it. Perhaps this is something new. I felt nothing, no pleasant sensations, no bitterness. Just indifference and a little desperation. When my classmates finished, they threw me into the snow and left laughing. Nothing. It doesn't matter anymore. The main thing is to have time left. The phone screen showed 17:45. At 17:50 I have to be home, and I have eight minutes to walk. Apparently, punishment cannot be avoided. Of course, I dressed quickly and ran home. 17:51. I'm at home. My parents start yelling at me like crazy .. The mother slapped a couple of slaps in the face and went on drinking, but everything was more difficult with the father. He never missed an opportunity to abuse a homeworker. He didn't care about my physical and mental condition. Dragging me into the closet "father" did everything I wanted and went to my "mother". After getting dressed once again, I went to my room and locked myself in there. Tears involuntarily flowed down his face. After changing into an oversize T-shirt and short shorts, I thought. Snow was falling outside the window. Here it is, the time has come. It's a pity that I won't be able to see my Sun anymore. He moved to another city, far from me. The only thing I can do... Yes, I think so. I took my phone and typed for a long time. After that, I wrote the circumstances and my last wish on a piece of paper. I opened the window. Snowflakes danced in a slow waltz. There was a white, fluffy carpet of snow below. I've been imagining what it's like for a long time. To fall from a great height like a wounded bird and wrap yourself in a snow-white, warm blanket. I put the phone in my breast pocket along with the note. It was a little chilly. Maybe I should have worn something warmer, but why? I don't know. I sat down on the windowsill. Well, apparently my story is coming to an end. Thank you, you are a very good audience. Sighing, I leaned back, relaxed my arms and flew down into the white haze.

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— Alexander, how do I file this case? — Suicide. — Are the reasons known? The policeman frowned slightly as he reread the note and replied. — Because of the constant abuse by his father, a case of rape by classmates and bullying in the classroom. The girl hastily wrote down the information in the report and spoke. — I feel sorry for the guy, I couldn't stand it so much in his place. He's been abused since he was five years old!! There is not enough anger against such people.. Alexander looked at the phone again and the note that was found during the examination of the corpse. — Our business is not over yet. — Hmm? — the woman said with a slight surprise. — We need to give the phone to his friend, the address is listed here. — Wow, it takes quite a long time to get there. The policeman looked around. The flashing lights of police and medical vehicles blinked nearby. The "parents" were taken to the police station. Another group went after classmates who were involved in this case. Aleksand looked at Marina. His eyes were wet, but he held on. Despite his stern appearance, this man had a soft and very vulnerable soul. He always wanted to help in any way he could. And for this reason, Alexander was like a father to all his subordinates. — Apart from the report, nothing is required of us. The phone is not evidence, because the reasons for suicide are quite consistent with reality and the testimony of witnesses. So we can go.

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After fifteen hours of driving. The police arrived at the specified address. The door was opened by a handsome young guy about eighteen years old. — How can I help you? - he asked. — I'm sorry for the trouble. The fact is that yesterday Anton ****** Sergeevich died yesterday due to suicide.. The guy's legs buckled. He turned pale and clutched at the doorway, but stayed on his feet. — And in the posthumous note there was a posthumous desire to give this phone to you. The girl handed the phone to the guy. — There was no password in the note, but you probably know it? —Y-yes, yes of course. S-thank you very much. — We are very sorry that it happened... Please accept our condolences. The girl said in a trembling voice. — S-thank you.— said the teenager. — Goodbye. Alexander said, putting his arm around the girl's shoulders and leading her to the car. The guy closed the door behind him and turned on the phone. By entering the password "12092005" which was his date of birth. The bookmarks where the following text was written automatically opened. "Yura, hi. Yes, I did what I did. I'm really sorry that I had to do it this way. The fact is, since you left, I've been completely depressed. You have been and will remain my only ray of light in my life and I am truly grateful to you for that. Don't you dare blame yourself for my death. What do you have to do with it here? I'm scared for what I'm going to write next... in general. I love you. I've been in love with you since we met in first grade. And after death, I will love you always. Thank you for being with me in the joyful and sad moments of my life. Sunshine, I love you." Yura slid down the wall and started crying. It's not boring. He loved his friend too. And he loves me. And she will love him always.