Rosangela was called a lot of names as she grew up. From left to right, she would hear whispers about herself that was not appropriate for a child to hear. "Attention seeker" Her relatives would call her. "Faker" Her neighbors said. "Liar." Her classmates would shout at her. "Idiot." Her teachers would whisper to each other. Her parents never did something about any of this, choosing instead to just stare at her with blank eyes.

"What do you want us to say?" Her mother had asked her when she complained once. "That you are what? In pain? They won't believe any of us. You have no proof."

"What do you mean by proof?" She had fired at her mother. "Proof that I'm in pain? I told you this a hundred times and I will say it again: I'm experiencing emotional pain, not physical pain, so how will I have scars to show?"

"And we told you this already Rosangela," Her father, hearing their argument, said from the threshold of the guest room. "You can't expect us to do something about it when it's all in your mind."

"But-" She tried to argue her case but was cut off.

"JUST GROW UP ALREADY, ROSANGELA!" Her mother exploded, face red with anger. "Can't you see that you are being a pain these years?! We always get a call from someone, you know, complaining and complaining about how you were always pretending like you're in pain and all when EVERYONE can clearly see you alright and healthy!"

     Rosangela just stared at her mother, uncomprehending. Her, pretending? Why are they always like this? Why are they always trying to be the pity-party? Why can't they see that she was really in pain? That she had enough pain being tortured by the demons living inside her head without anyone whispering behind her back? Why can't they see it? Why can't anyone see it? Was everyone blind? Was everyone too blind to see the pain in her eyes? Was everyone too busy with their lives that they can't even spend a second to look at her? To properly look at her and see the mess she was in? How her clothes, once fitted perfectly, was now too big for her to properly wear and how her eyes, once bright and lively, was now dull with dark circles under it.

"Is that so?" She had said, her bangs covering her eyes while she faced both of her parents. "Is that...so."

     She left after that, ignoring both her parents who suddenly placed their hands on their chest on where their heart should be. They didn't know why but they felt like someone ripped a part of their hearts. They continued this action all the while staring at their daughters back, oddly feeling empty.

     Ever since that day, Rosangela changed for the better.... Or so they thought.

"Hey Rosangela!" A blond girl called out to her, causing Rosangela to look at the blond.

"Yes, Amy?" She asked politely with a bright smile.

"Why are you wearing a jacket, Rosangela?" Amy asked her, straight to the point. "Isn't it too hot?"

     Immediately, as if it was an unconscious reaction, Reyna gripped the hem of her jacket and tried lowering it down more before realizing what she was doing and stopped.

"No reason." Rosangela answered. "I just feel comfortable with it."

"Oh~" Amy said, completely understanding it. "Fashion over comfort huh."

"Yep!" Rosangela said. "I got to go now, bye Amy!"

"Bye Rose!" Amy said, waving at Reyna who turned around and walked towards her home.

Along the way, many people greeted Rosangela with a smile and/or a wave.

"Hey Rosangela!"

"Yo Rosy!"

"Angel!!"

"Hello, Rosangela."

"Hi Angie!"

     Rosangela just politely answered back and waved, a smile plastered on her face until she reached her house. Upon arriving, Reyna immediately went to her room and closed the door, trying to be as gently and possible as to not alert anyone, and lock it. After doing that, she stood in front of her human-sized mirror and removed clothes, revealing her slashed, cut, and bruised body for anyone to see. Reyna did not look bothered at all and just smiled, grabbing a cutter on her table and started doing her ritual.

"One cut

Two cut

Three cut

Four.

A little more and I'll finally die~"

She sang as she cut, her face sporting the large, maniacal, smile.

     Suddenly, as if her body shut down, Rosangela dropped her cutter while her knees became like jelly which caused her to fall. She blinked once, twice, thrice, before looking at the mirror and shrieking out loud. There, standing beside her was a figure covered in a black robe. She didn't need to ask the figure who it was because her mind supplied the answer: death. It has finally came to take her away from the world.

     She smiled, looking at the figure before speaking in a rough, coarse voice. "Please wait for a few seconds sir, I'll just leave a message for them and you can take me away."

     Death nod once before standing in a corner, the flower beside him withering and dying. Rosangela smiled and took out a pen and paper and began to write a farewell letter for everyone. After a few moments, Rosangela stood and nod at Death who immediately knowns what to do and grabbed her. The last thing she saw before her vision turned black were 4 shadowy figures who smiled at her and whispered before disappearing.

"Thank you and we're sorry."

     On the very same day, at exactly 6P.M., everyone received the news that Rosangela Tume is dead. Everyone mourned, especially after reading the letter she left them. Regret was the only emotion that they could feel.

Dear people,

Are you happy now? Are you satisfied now? After all, the faker is dead. I tried seeking help, you know, but what happened to it: I was shut down and bad-mouthed by everyone and it wounded me. Because of this, I only have one thing to tell you all: I hate you all. You talked behind my back, whispering and shouting about how I was an attention seeker. About how I didn't deserve anything but death. Congratulations!!! I'm dead and you know whose fault it is? I'll give you a hint: it starts with y, ends with u, and sounds like 'u'. Anyway, I just wanna tell you all that the Rosangela that you think you know is not me. I had been acting all these years, fooling you all into thinking I was fine. Guess what though? I wasn't and it only kept getting worse. Every time I blink I would see the figures standing which scares me and every time I sleep, I have nightmares. Who are they? Well, they are depression, anorexia, anxiety, and bulimia that has haunted me since before when no one believed me and called me an attention seeker. Believe me now? Well, you should. After all, I'm already dead, right? You all wanted a happy me, a normal me. Guess what? I gave it to you all. I pretended I was normal, it fooled all of you. I guess it just goes to show that you all were blind huh. Anyway, the reason I am writing this letter is because I want you all to think about what you have done and how your ignorance destroyed the life of one innocent girl. I want you all to see your mistakes and make sure you don't make the same mistake twice. I'll only say, well write, this only once so listen up: If you ever come across a girl like me, accept them and help them, don't force them or shout at them. It's too late to regret what you all have done to me, I'm dead now anyway so I want all of you to move on and live your life, helping others like me. Before I forget, I wanna tell you all that I don't blame any of you and that I will always love you guys even though you were the once who started this. Mom, Dad, I love you and forgive you for shouting at me, make another child and let them grow with love and time, listen to their problems and don't force them to open up. Remember: words cut sharper than any blade there is. After all, you can remove the blade but you can't remove the words.

                                                                                                                                                 -Rosangela Tume.

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Rosangela- an angelic rose

Tume- consumed by darkness in Estonian