26 days before the SUICIDE
He grabbed my wrist. I winced. "Now you listen to me you little whore. If I get one more god damn complaint from the principle about you being bullied, I swear to Jesus you won't be able to sit down for months." My 'dad' swore.
I had tears forming in my eyes, I pushed past him and ran upstairs to my room. I slammed the door, stood against it for a moment before sliding down into a tuck in the floor.
How is it may fault people hate me? Well maybe if I wasn't such a fat pig, people might actually like me.
It's my fault every thing is my fault. At this point I was in sobs. I cried and cried. I couldn't stand it any longer.
I got my fat ass up and went over to where my phone was, in the bed. I took the case off and got my blade. I went to the bathroom to start filling the tub.
This is it. I'm done.
I sat impatiently on my bed waiting for the tub to fill. Then something hit me. I need a suicide note.
I sat at my desk with a pencil and paper. "I'm sorry I didn't say, my mind was messed up you couldn't fix me anyway.
Dad- you made my life hell. And I won't ever forgive you for that. It's your fault mom left us. Go to hell.
Depression had me completely and utterly destroyed. But you don't care, do you?
Westel high school- I hope your happy, you got your wish. I'm dead.
I decided that was enough for people that don't even give a shit about me. I grabbed the note, my blade, a bottle of pills, and a bottle of vodka I had stashed under my bed and went to the bathroom and licked the door.
I sighed and leaned against the sink. In less then an hour, I would be dead. Happy. Finally. I stripped my clothes and got in.
I took the blade to my skin. If you cut upward, they can't stitch that up. I remembered and pressed the blade down harder then I've ever done before. I winced and began to cry. Partly because it hurt so much, and partly because it would finally be over.
I started to bleed. I grabbed the pills and took 16 of them. Then 20. Then 30. I saw black spots. Then 32. Then-
*Beep, beep, beep*
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"I'm Fine"
De TodoIn 30 days, Ayla Wescott kills herself. ----- Surviving her suicide attempt was not her intention. Neither was ending up in a mental hospital. And the depression got worse. The thoughts came back. And she was done.
