~After the letter.~
Emily set the letter on her bed before grabbing five Tylenol pills. She got her flip flops on, told her mom she was going to the park which was the opposite way of the creek so that her mom wouldn't look that way, and ran out to the creek. Standing at the edge, Emily popped all five of the pills into her mouth. She quickly took a large gulp of the dirty, dangerous water before letting out all her air and jumping.
~Four hours later.~
Dear Ethan,
I'm so upset. My suicide didn't work out for the second time. My mom found me, floating an hour later in the creek. I was unconscious and wasn't breathing. The methods I took almost took my life, and also, my metal legs electrocuted me. She rushed me to the hospital where they shocked me and revived me. I was legally dead, but the hospital saved me. I almost saw you, Ethan, but they ruined my chance. I'll never forgive that idiotic place. That place wasn't able to save you, but it's always able to save me. It's not fair.
Right after I was taken off my therapy and suicide watch, now I'm back on. I messed my life up so badly it hurts. I wish you could take me up to Heaven, where I want to go
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Lost Half
Non-Fiction{Warning: Contains suicide, sexual items, and self-harming.} I'm heartbroken. I have had a major crush on my best friend Ethan for years, since about the time I met him. I confessed to him a few weeks ago, and when I was following him to the park to...
