"mom stop telling me how to live my life. you're only making it worse!" billie screams at her, her hands hitting the counter with a loud bang.
why was everyone trying to tell her what would make her feel better? nothing would. there was nothing that could help her. and no one that could.
"billie calm the fuck down! you're going to therapy no matter if you like it or not. look at you! look at what you've become. you look like a dead person!"
"well maybe i want to be a dead person!" she leaves the room.
therapy wasn't going to help her. she knew that deep down. she knew it with every bone in her body. there was no way she was going to talk about her problems there.
she didn't even know what they were. her mind was all foggy and nothing helped. not a single thing. she'd tried it all.
calling the suicide hotline didn't help.
messaging someone on an anonymous website didn't help either.
talking to someone at school didn't help.
sleeping didn't help.
being awake didn't help.
breathing didn't help.
the only thing that helped was getting drunk and slicing up her arms so bad she could barely move it.
this was going to kill her. and she couldn't wait for that day. dying was the only thing she looked forward to.
she knew deep down. that she, herself was going to be the reason she died. billie was going to be her own undoing.
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Fanfictionno matter how happy she wanted to be. no matter how happy she felt. the voice was always there in the back of her head. this short book has many triggers, read at your own safety.
