Brenna Jade Evans long and complicated suicide-illness.

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Brenna Jade Evans
A child of Aphrodite
Suicide
February 14th, 1995 - April 7th, 2011

A picture lays on her grave, only to have the wind drift it away. These past few weeks have been named the "Great Suicides" by fellow campers, almost mocking the horrid idea of killing oneself. Brenna is one of them. A mere statistic. That's all she cared to ever be. Her death. How must it be explained? It started as a foolish April Fool's prank to fake the Avian flu, yet turned into a suicidal sick rampage. She couldn't take. She tore her pocket knife out her sweats, forced the older boy to drive the blade into her wrist, until she collapsed. Her sweats were covered in crimson, leaving her one beautiful mess. She was the ugliest Aphrodite child there had been. She was sick. She seemed fearless, but was she really?

Here she lies; six feet under the dirtied Earth. She was only sixteen. No one knew her true feelings--about life, about death. No one knew, nor did they care. Her original plan a failure, therefore, turning to suicide.

Something that should never be an option. For anyone.

Dressed down in a black suit, Kendall walked briskly to her grave. He wore a sad expression on his face as he stared down at it. "I'm sorry I couldn't save you...it's my fault," he whispered as he set a dozen roses on her grave. A tear leaked out the corner of his left eye and he brushed it away.

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