~Midnight~
Why? Why is it always and only me? I sit in the corner of the dark room, curled up into a ball. Just a crying mess. The memories all flowing back to me.
~Earlier that day~
The dreaded bell finally rang. I ran out of the class and to my locker as fast as I could. I just wanted to get out of this hell. I got all of my stuff when someone hit my already bruised shoulder. "Hey loser." Lauren said. My head hit the dark blue locker, but I ignored her. "Why the hell are you still here?" I ignored her again. "Why aren't you listening to me, bitch?!" She said slamming my locker. My hair got caught in the locker and my fingers got smashed. You're the one being a bitch I thought. "What the hell do you want?" I said breathing heavily. The pain was almost intolerable. "I want you to stay away from Luke." "Why would I ever listen to you? He's one of my best friends." I said. "...and the only one." I mumbled under my breath. "Awh you think he likes you. Did you hear that? Little, poor Emma thinks that Luke Hemmings, likes her." Lauren's two minions, Ella and Chloe, started laughing. Tears started to form in my eyes, but I kept them in. I didn't want to let them know I was weak. "Of course hh-e does." I said choking on my words. "He doesn't. No one cares about you, Emma. Not even your parents. You're just a pathetic loser with no friends. You're ugly and a useless piece of shit. No one needs you anymore, so why don't you just go and kill yourself?" She laughed along with her minions, and I just couldn't hold in the tears anymore. They gushed out all at once. Lauren and the other two started laughing even harder. Lauren kicked my stomach and gripped the hand that got smashed tightly. I winced in pain. She got closer to my face. "Just let that sink in for a while." She let go of my hand and left, Chloe and Ella following. I sat at my locker, alone. School had already ended so no one was there to help me. I eventually got my hair out of the locker but my hand still hurt like hell. I grabbed my backpack and walked home letting her words get to me, once again.
~12:30 AM~
Lauren was right. No one cares about me. My birth parents didn't care about me, so why would my adoptive ones care? No one needs me. The one I love the most doesn't even care. Fresh blood appears on my wrist as all of her words run through my mind. I look around me. My vision blurry from the tears that I cried, tears full of anger and pain. The sink filled with blood. My arm dripping with blood like a running faucet. Maybe if I left, no one would know. I held the blade up to my throat, but I couldn't. I let out a sigh as I heard the blade drop from my hand and fall on the sink. I slid down the wall. This has happened to me so many times before, I was used to it by now. But this time, it was different. I'm so tired of coming home and repeating the same routine over and over again. Maybe tonight was the night that instead of numbing the pain, i stopped all of it. I grabbed a bottle of pain relievers from the cabinet. Before I took the pills, I wanted to tell someone how I really felt and that I'm leaving, but who? I thought for a while but I could only think about one person that would actually listen, Luke. I scrolled until I saw his contact: Luke🐧💕. I took a deep breath and called. It rang three times. Of course he's not gonna answer it's 12 in the morning I thought. The voice mail came on, so I just left a message. "Hey Luke, um, it's Emma. I just wanted to let you know that I'm leaving. Um, yeah. I don't know how else to say it. But yeah. But before I do, I wanted to let you know, I love you. Not like a friend, but more than just a friend. I know you probably don't care but I just wanted to let you know. If anyone asked where I went, just make something up. Well here's goodbye for the last time." I hesitated. "I love you." I hung up. Well, here I go. I poured as many pills as I could into my hand. I was about to put them in my mouth when there was a banging on the door. "Emma open this damn door!" Luke. "No." I said quietly. "Open the fucking door!" He was practically screaming. "Why? You don't care about me anyways." I yelled back. Why did I just say that. "Emma!" I hesitated. Eventually I opened it a crack. Luke burst into the dimly lit room. "Lu-" He pulled me into a bear hug. I winced. "I got your message. Why the hell would you do this?"
