I can't take it anymore. I just can't. I want to be left alone. I want to die. I want to leave this world. I just can't take it anymore. I just need one person to help me. After three years that person finally showed up. Someone that actually cared. The one person out of about five that didn't bully me at school. They helped me through everything, and became my best friend from ninth grade, until forever. In sixth grade was when it all started. I still don't know how or why to this day, but I will never forget how everything happened. So, here starts my first day of wanting to die.
(A/N I really hope you guys will enjoy this! The start of this will start in the next chapter! I hope you will like it!)
