Disclaimer: Any and all relation to characters living or dead is a complete coincidence!!
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Tears...
Blood...
Everywhere.
I pick up my phone, texting Aven.
MW: "Hi." 8:13 p
MW: "Aven...I don't know if or when you'll read this, but I need help." 8:15 p
MW: "I need so much f***ing help." 8:15 p
MW: "Please...I'm so scared of what I'm going to do to myself."
MW: "I'm sorry." 9:01 p
I send the final one. "I'm so sorry, Aven...I'm so sorry." I whisper, picking up my razor blade. I cry out as I cut myself. Not from pain, but because I can't feel anything.
I miss the point in time, from so long ago, that I would never have hurt myself. I feel so bad that I would leave Aven like this. But it's not like I have much time left, anyways.
Aven doesn't care, you worthless piece of trash.
I clumsily take the bottle of sleeping pills and set it down besides me as I write a note.
"I hope you all didn't break your knives stabbing me in the back, break your nails tearing my heart to pieces, and hurt yourselves as you killed me."
I open the bottle of pills, the pain worsening.
Aven left a letter that I wrote to him, one confessing everything from the abuse to the self-harm, one about everything I'd never told anyone before, in one of his classes, and of course, someone had to find it.
He showed the whole class, and I'd never felt so humiliated.
I felt like hurting myself ever since third period.
One of the most popular girls in the school, America Osborne, saw me. Thankfully, she was a nice friend of mine.
But I didn't know her well enough to tell her I'd tried to end my life.
I took a handful of pills, my heart throbbing in my chest, and raised my hand near my mouth.
"This is the end."
And I slipped into death.
