I really thought Dan cared about me, well atlease wanted to be friends. My phone started to ring,
'' Dan." I whispered under the tears starting to form in my eyes. I couldn't awnser, just couldn't. I decided I couldn't take it. I know I've only know Dan for almost 3 months now. But when someone hurts you like that and leaves you like this it hurts, badly. I walked towards the kitchen and opened the first kitchen drawer by the stove. "Goodbye" I whimpered. I took the knife out of the kitchen drawer and held it an inch away from my throat. I couldn't take the pain anymore, 'not my throat.' I thought I lowered the knife to my wrist. As soon as I slit it a couple times, blood pouring to the floor on my last breath, someone walked in the door. "Alexis its Dan, I came to get a hoodie I left her a couple-" I plopped down on the floor he rushed next to my he held me and picked up his phone, "Dan, stop let me go, I'm not gonna make it Dan." I told him my breathing was light. "No!" He said holding me tighter. "I want you to know how much I love you." I let a final breath out and sunk into Dan's arms, he's hot tears dripping on the slit wrist "I love you ". Last thing I remember is Dan telling me he loved me before he let me go.
