*Skyler's P.O.V*
I woke up feeling like I did every morning, wanting to die. I had a decent life just a month ago, but that all changed. My "friends", Kittie and Kat, had told everybody about an issue I had, involving self harm. I bruised and cut myself often. Once everybody found out about this, I became shunned. Every acts as if I've committed a crime, and feels the need to avoid me. Today, my suffering would end.
I looked at the clock that sits on my desk, and it reads: 5:30 a.m. I got up, and looked around my room. I pulled myself together, woke up a little bit, and got dressed. I put on a white tank top, black jeans, and I pair of black combat boots. I walked downstairs quietly, and stopped at the door. I grabbed a few cigarettes, a lighter, and my jacket. Once I got outside, a lit a cigarette for the walk to my destination.
I walked for about an hour before I stopped and stood at the side of a highway. Out of the corner I saw a semi driving full speed ahead. At this point, my whole life was going in slow motion. Once the truck got close enough, I sprinted as fast as I could. Right before it could even think to stop, I jumped. I felt the impact of the front bumper hit me, as a flew maybe 15 feet, before I finally lost consciousness.
*A/N*
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