I can't take it anymore. My life is pointless. I pop seven pills in my mouth. I swallow it. Say I die over it, whatever. My head starts to pound I don't know what to do. I am freaking out. I made a terrible decision. I try to call my aunt but she's not answering. I call 911. I don't even remember them getting there. I think I might've blacked out. Wake up in the hospital. I'm hooked up to some machines. A nurse comes in.
"What were you thinking?" She asked
"I was thinking that my life was nothing"
"Why would you think that?"
"I miss my parents. I had a bad day at school. My life isn't it getting any better. I know it was stupid. "
My aunt comes in. She's talking to the doctors. I apologize to her. I hope she's not mad. That's very unlikely.
I don't go to school the next day.
My aunt is taking me to a psychologist.
I need to "Express my my self" . What?!? My aunt brings me breakfast. Waffles and egg Benedek.
"What's the occasion?" I ask.
"Does there need to be a occasion?" She asks.
"I guess not"
She puts a tray on my lap.
She hands me a cup of French vanilla coffee.
"Thank you" I say.
"No problem" she replies.
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Photographing depression
Teen FictionBoth of November's parents died in a car crash. She now lives with her aunt in North Carolina. She falls into depression. Taking pictures makes her happy the only thing that makes her happy. She is 17 years old. November is played by Selena Gomez...
