People used to tell me I wasn't worth living and to save the world from harm I should kill myself. I have attempted that way too many times that they were ready to plan the funeral. My friends, parents, and family were affected by this sducidal attempt to the point where the ambulance was on speed dial every time I got home. But I didn't want to be that person were my friends have to come to my house every time I answered the phone, or the person who has to clean up her own blood every time she gets called a mistake. I had no friends or any foundation of support of any kind. Every night was me coming home, locking myself in my room sobbing till I had the guts to pick up that knife again. But I was one day where that all changed.
I walked to school like every ordinary school day, just me and my book, with a earbud in my left ear. I see traffic rush by me, and I never noticed that I'm visible to the people of this cruel society. I step into my 1st class
period with 5 other people. I'm never here this early, but I thought since I didn't get my homework done, now was the time to do it. I pull out my school work and get started on the homework. My Crimson hair gets in my face so I pull it up in a messy bun. A girl my height, black hair pulls up a chair next to me. Even though there's a dozen open desks besides mine. "Hello! I'm Emmy
