I wake up to the sound of vultures picking at my open wounds."Ahhhh!Get off me!"I realize the time and go inside to clean up.I take a shower and do necessary thing needed for the morning.My phone rings ,naming Joe.I ignore him,continuing my clean up.He calls again,and again,and again to the point where I pick up the phone and answer..."WTF DO YOU WANT!!!"I yell at him,annoyed."Ohhh...someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed."Joe's sarcastic tone comforts me."Sorry."I chuckle."Its alright.I 'm going to come over today to check up on you,so you won't be alone on a Tuesday..."He goes on when I sort of shut him out,noticing my face.It was all bloody and disfigured....I couldn't believe my life has been this bad.I haven't seen the torture i've been delting with practically my whole life.I open the cabinet and look at the pill bottles,taunting me to do it."Hello?Robert you ok?"I reply with doubt."I don't know...*weep*I think the world is better of without me...."I state with determination.Joe must have heard the pill bottle shake,because he yelled that he was coming over.I hung up the phone,went to my room,and locked it.I open the bottle and shove all the pills in my throat just when Joe busted the door...
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The Last Straw
Teen FictionA 14 yr old boy named Robert is new at his middle school.He trys to lay low but,people notice him,thinking their is something wrong with him.He makes one friend named Joe.Joe is a popular kid(which places Robert a loser)but,doesn't care what people...
