Pretty Little Liars

Spencer POV

So, Toby now hates me. Or well I don't know. All I know is that he hasn't been returning my calls. I shouldn't have done any of those things.

Dammit!!!! Why do I always do this?! I know I said I need to break up with him, but I can't stand that thought. That should be a last resort.

Right now, I'm outside his house arguing with myself whether I should knock on the door or not.  After several minutes, I eventually do knock, but no answer came.

After knocking some more, someone answered and it wasn't who I expected. A girl, answered the door and was fixing her clothes looking like she just slept with someone.

"Hi, is Toby home?" I asked as some tears slowly began to form.

"Yeah, Toby!" She called then walked away.

He soon came to the door and looked crushed when he saw me. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to come and fix things with you, but you're busy, so forget it," I said then walked away from the door.

"Spencer!" He called and caught up with me.

"What? What do you have to say?" I snapped turning to face him.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean-"

"For me to see her? Forget it. Just forget about us," I said and stormed to my car.

As I drove away I cried, I mean I guess I should've seen this coming, right? And I was going to break up with Toby anyways, but I never thought he would-

Instead of going home, I went to Emily's and knocked on the door. After a while, I gave up and went home.

When I got there, I saw the pill bottle and wrapped my hand around it. Tak-ing a deep breath, I put it down on the counter and grabbed a cup of water.

When I finished drinking it, I walked towards the stairs and hesitated. Look-ing back at the bottle my arm shook.

Hesitantly, I walked upstairs to my room and locked myself there. I need to do this. I need to stop.

I began to write, that always calms me down. I wrote a lot. I'm writing about everything, about how I'm broken.

After I finished, I put all the papers in an envelope and put it on my bedside table. It's to help me to try to become stronger. It has to help me, it has to.

I slowly walk to my bed shaking, sweating. Just before I make it to my bed, I fall to the ground and hit my head against the windowsill.