Alizeah Gonzalez was a nice thirteen year old girl with a loving family that cared for her a lot.  Her parents, Eliza and Giovanni Gonzalez, gave her everything necessary in her life.  Her older brother, Zac, loved her a lot.  He tried being close with her, but she would always push him away because of what was happening to her during school.  Every day Alizeah would get bullied at school.  Her parents tried stopping it, but nothing changed. Eliza and Giovanni would talk to the principal and try getting involved with the police. No one would listen to them for some reason.

Every day after school Alizeah would go into her room and cry to herself.  Ever since she’s been bullied, she started a suicidal letter. She would add on to it throughout her bullying experiences.

“I want to die!” she said.  “I don’t get why people hate me so much; I never talk or hang around with anyone!” Then she heard her dad’s footsteps walking to to the room. She put the letter inside the top drawer on her nightstand.

“Alizeah, I heard what you said; I don’t like hearing that from my thirteen-year-old daughter,” said her father.

“Dad just leave me alone,” she said with a sad look on her face. “You tell me stories about your and mom’s fun stories when you guys went to school together, but then I’m over here with the worst experience.”

“Well, I guess things are different now: new technology, meaner people, and stricter teachers.”

“Huh. Yeah tell me about it.” Alizeah said while looking at the ground.

Giovanni gave her a hug, tucked her in bed, and turned off the lights.

Each day new people would start bullying her even if they didn’t know her.  On a Friday, this group of freshman girls came up to her. The girl in the front of the group was named Abby; she was known around the school for being mean to people younger than her.

“Why don’t you just die already?” Abby yelled as she pushed Alizeah to the ground.  “You should just drink bleach or something; hopefully you would do us a favor and die.”

“I don’t know why you hate me so much; I never did anything to you!” cried Alizeah on the ground.

When Alizeah tried getting up, Abby pushed her to the ground. Then out of nowhere, Abby started beating her up.  Everyone was surrounding them and recording Alizeah getting beat up; Abby’s little group got front row in the fight. Mostly everyone posted the video on social media.

That day, when school was over, Alizeah walked to her house as fast as she could. Without thinking, Alizeah did what Abby told her to do: drink bleach.  Alizeah hoped that this would kill her.  She just wanted to end her life; she had had enough of everyone bullying her. Her parents were at work and Zac hangs out at school for a little bit, so she thought it was a perfect time. “Here goes nothing,” she told herself. Five minutes after she drank the bleach, she started throwing up.  After ten minutes of throwing up, she laid there, crying to herself on the cold restroom floor, wondering why it didn’t work.  “I don’t want to go through that again; I know I want to die, but I hate throwing up!” she cried.

Five seconds after she said that, she heard her mom unlocking the door. She wiped away her tears.  Alizeah rushed the bleach back to the laundry room and sprayed the restroom with their lavender scented Febreze. No one found out about her first suicide attempt, but she wrote it in her suicide note. 

The next day, Alizeah planned a suicide attempt that she thought would work.  When Alizeah finally got home from school, she went straight to the restroom and filled the bathtub with warm water.  “Hopefully this works.” she said as she was going to stick her head under water.  She stuck her head in the bathtub and tried drowning herself.  Alizeah had her head in the tub for about thirty seconds; she didn't know her brother, Zac was home.  After five seconds longer, Zac pulled her of the tub.

“What the hell, Alizeah,” he yelled. “Why do you keep doing this to yourself?!” 

“Zac just stop; you've never been bullied. You’ve always been popular with a lot of friends by your side,” she cried while catching her breath and sitting on the tub.

“I don't get it; we try helping you all the time, but you never appreciate it,” Zac said while getting out of the restroom.

“I know he’s lying; he says he cares about me but he doesn’t,” she whispers to herself as she wipes her tears away. Alizeah kept everything on the down low for a few days.  Everyone was suspicious, but she didn’t care. While she was trying to act like nothing was happening, she planned her final suicide attempt. “If this doesn’t work then I guess I will just have to live a miserable life; hopefully it wouldn’t last that long.” Her plan was: after school she would go into the restroom at school and overdose on her dad's prescription pills and cut herself with her sharpener blade. Of course, she finishes her suicide letter and puts it on her desk top before she leaves for school.  After another eight hours of people bullying her, she rushes into the restroom. She locks the door, puts her backpack on the sink and gets out the pills and the blade.

Without thinking about it, Alizeah takes the pills one by one. She then gets the blade and cuts her right leg ten times, her left arm three times, and finally her right arm had a long, deep vertical cut. Before her life was taken away she wrote on a paper, “Bye World ?”. 

A few hours passed, and the custodian was cleaning the restrooms.  When he opened the door, he saw Alizeah laying on the ground with the sharpener blade on the sink and her body covered with blood.  The custodian dropped his mop on the ground and stood there in shock. He ran to the principal’s office.

“Mr. Williams, there is an injured girl in the restroom!” he yelled.

“Woah!  What do you mean?  When did you see her!?” Mr. Williams yelled.

“Well, when I got done cleaning the boys restroom, I went to the girls,” he said, “ then when I was opening the door I saw the girl laying on the ground with a blade on the sink and her with a lot of cuts and blood. She is still breathing. I even saw some pills on the ground, I’m not sure.”

Mr. Williams ran to the girls restroom with the campus police.  He stood there in shock; out of all his years of being a principal, he never had this issue.  Mr. Williams called the hospital and asked them to send people quick. The people came to the school and escorted her out of the restroom, into a gurney, and onto the truck.   Mr. Williams had to make a tough phone call to Alizeah’s parents.

“Mr. Gonzalez, I’m sorry but we found your daughter dead in the restroom.”

“What hospital is she in!?” cried Mr. Gonzalez.

“St. Josephs.”

“Okay, thank you.”

When Eliza, Zac, and Giovanni went to the hospital it was already too late. Alizeah had died minutes before they arrived at the hospital. Alizeah’s family was surrounding her, crying a lot.

When the sad family got home, they went up to Alizeah’s room and saw the suicide letter. The family started to realize how hard it was for her. After the family read it, Eliza burned it;  she didn’t want to remember her daughter as being sad all the time.

Alizeah’s parents planned the funeral two days later. Only her family went, because they didn’t want people there that didn’t care about her. Everyone at school of course felt bad, especially Abby because she was the one that suggested that Alizeah should kill herself in the first place.