The story of us

Ch.8

I guess prom night was my last happy day/night which was a week ago. I look at myself in the mirror disgusted by my own reflection looking down at all my scars with anger. No one is home I can't believe they actually trust me alone, I wouldn't trust me. " I hate myself, I hate being here and alive!",i screamed "I don't want to be here anymore." As I said that I grabbed every sharp object I could think of , every single pill I could find, a rope, and then a chair. I placed the chair under the ceiling fan rapping it around I tightly, after the rope scene was set up I went to the bathroom were knives,blades,and pills. 1 cut,2 cut,3 cut, 4 cut, I now have so many cuts gushing out blood on my arms n thighs that I have lost count. By the handfuls I shovel the pills into my mouth till there's none left. As I looked in the mirror, I carefully stepped on the chair and slipped the loop over my head on to my neck took one last breath and kicked over the chair.
I'm gone, I'm dead in a instant, there is no turning back. only think left of me now is a angel/a sprit. Less than 15 minutes after my death the door swung open it was ash. I left a note on my made up bed that no longer will be slept in for Ash. It reads, Ash I'm so sorry ,I love you , I knew you would find my body I guess your fallen angel went back to heaven. Hopefully I'll see you again. Love your girl, Tate. As soon as he read the letter he fell to his knees in tears, then my mom walked in. He then showed her the letter I gave him and led her to me were she gasped n cried. I watched them in the heavens at my funeral they put me in a black n red dress with black roses in my arms, everyone was there even them stupid bitches who put me through this shit that made me do this, they was in tears also.I couldn't stand to see all the sadness, I miss Ash a lot now, maybe he will find someone to make him happy again...........