Letters from the invisible girl|| Joe Sugg

19: 2015

Amy's POV.

I've never been happier. Death is nice. Being dead is hard.

You see 'death' is way different then 'being dead'.

Death is like sleeping and never waking up. Death is not going to the asylum.

Being dead is knowing your family is never gonna see you again. Dead is never seeing Joe again.

*FLASHBACK*

"Amy?" I heard a voice say.

I looked at my surroundings. There was blood, my mint walls, my pink bedsheets, my cut wrists.

"Yes Dalky?" I said. Sliding my blade over my wrist again.

"Why must you do this?" She asked me. She took a seat to my left and grabbed my wrist.

"Ouch Dalky!" I screamed.

"It only hurts because you opened your skin," she said.

"Dalky let go!" I tried to get out of her grasp.

"You wanted pain! Wasn't that your wish?" She asked me.

I sniffled "yes."

"Don't do this again." She hugged me.

"Okay Dalky." I hugged her back.

*FLASHBACK OVER*

I felt nothing. Nothing anymore
Nothing can hurt me.

"Amy?" I heard a voice say.

"Amy please wake up,"

"I need you!"

The light is near me.

Do I go back to him?

Do I stay?

I love you Joe.

I went towards the light.

"Doctor!" I heard a voice scream.

"Amy please!"

Just a little closer.

"Amy no! Please Amy!"

"Sir you need to leave!"

"Don't touch me! I need her!"

"Si-"

"Leave me alone! I need her!"

"Sir, I understand!"

"No you don't!"

The light is so close to me. I reach a hand out and feel euphoria.

I haven't felt such a feeling in so long.

I go in and know I will never go back.