I'm Hurt

Warning from yours truly, this book contains Virge who really likes swearing, and Gira who kills herself. (I really tried to censor Virge tho)
Dear Virge, Uva, and Salem,

I'm hurt.

I was hurt.

Not phsically, although I am about to be.

Was just.

'Inside. That's where it hurts.'

Used to hurt.

'It's weird to use past tense on yourself, huh? I'm trying it out because by the time you read this letter, I won't be around anymore.'

'Haha, I might as well write a quote. You all know how much I loved that song, but never why. Well, it was just so relatable for me...' Anyways, here you go.

'''Would it be wrong? Would it be right? If I took my life tonight... Chances are that I might. Mutilation out of sight, and I'm contemplating suicide. '''

'Well, anyways. I've gotta get this off my chest, or I'll never rest easy.'

'I'm so sorry for burdening you. All I ever did was..'

'Nothing. I didn't do anything for any of you. I just told jokes that wouldn't even crack up a person who's never heard a joke before and bored you with listening to the same song over and over.'

All of you are way better off without me.

Love,

wait no, don't love me, I don't deserve it.

From,   Gira.

''Gira read over her letter and dropped it haphazardly on the nightstand. She looked at her scraped and bloody arms, and the scars that littered them.  With a weak, tired, and pained grin, she ran her paw over the smooth surface of the handgun in her grasp. Lifting up the gun, she screwed her eyes shut and felt the cold metal pushing against the side of her head, fumbling around until her claw found the trigger.''

''Gira felt a jolt through the barrel a split-second before pain washed through her head. Nothingness, no feeling whatsoever, just nothing, that sensation quickly overtook the pain.'' She dropped to the floor, hearing a very faint /clack!/ as the pistol dropped from her grasp.

A loud bang and I jolted out of bed. "Salem, Virge, wake up!" I whisper-screamed frantically. "Five more minutes..." mumbled Virge. Salem quickly snapped awake and asked, "What is it, Uva?" "A really loud noise.." I whispered, trembling. I am a phonophobic, after all.

Virge immediately whispered a curse word. "Check Gira's bed!" We looked and she wasn't there. "Check all the rooms!" yelled Virge.

Everyone searched. We kept searching until a loud "SH!T, NONONO!" burst from the guest bedroom. Salem and I darted to the room. Virge was on the floor, holding Gira and sobbing into her shoulder. A still-bleeding wound was on the side of her head. I suddenly grew weak at the knees and collapsed against my brother. Salem gasped and gently clapped a paw over my eyes. "Is she...?" I whispered quietly, trembling like a leaf in a windstorm. Salem hugged me tight and whispered comforting words into my ear as he tried to help me block out the sounds of Virge's wailing.

Then Salem growled, "Stop howling for a minute and look!" He took his paw off of my eyes and grabbed a sheet of paper on the nightstand. We all read it.

"It's a suicide letter," I whispered.

"She left us!" yelled Virge. "I told her she could tell me anything!" He returned to sobbing into her shoulder. As for me and Salem, we just stood there, unable to do anything else.