All A Little Too Late

How It Started

I just I couldn't take it anymore, all the stress, all the guilt, all the words just built up inside of me. I was very and still am surprised that no one suspected anything, I mean I was basically distant all day, I had short uninterested answers, I barely payed attention to anything, and didn't smile once. Like yeah I'm like that all the time but I usually have long annoying answers. I dont know maybe people noticed and didn't care, or maybe they didn't care enough to notice. But whatever it was it doesn't matter anymore because I don't have to deal with that crap anymore. I have no worries, I'm free, or else that's what I thought. I'm even more trapped now than before, I totally screwed myself over and there's no going back, ever.

Enough with my rambling I'll say how this all started. I had everything, the "hottest boyfriend" "best parents" "highest classes" and I was the most popular girl in school and prettiest. I didn't believe any of the BS besides for my boyfriend, but I liked him for his personality NOT his looks. But something was missing, it was purpose. I didn't have a purpose, wake up, go to school, act like a rude Queen B all day then go home to a drink father and a missing mother. My mom was never home, and when she was she was always busy, on the phone, doing work, whatever. And my father was always drunk on the couch by 5. He didn't need to be sober he was the owner of a multi-million dollar company. My parents would never had even noticed that I was dead if Zach didn't come looking for me.

I didn't even mean to kill self, at first, I just got carried away I guess. On the way home I stopped by the drugstore on the corner and bought a cheap pencil sharpener and a couple bottles of pills, they store clerk wasn't suspicious, he was a clueless acne faced teenage boy. So I walked home, took a little longer of a route to clear my mind. When I got home I got my dad a glass of water and went up to my room, it was over sized and had a connected bathroom, it was too much for me. I ran hot water in the bathtub waiting for it to fill up, after it filled I got in. I took that cheap little blade from the pencil sharpener with me.
I laid in the bathtub, and put one small cut in my thigh, the pain was relieving, so I did another, and another, and another, until I went from my thighs to my wrists. Then I reached for the bottles of pills, one bottle after another, until the last thing I saw was the blood red water I was laying in.

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•AUTHOR'S NOTE•
•I hope everyone has enjoyed this chapter and will continue to read! This is my first book so I'm sorry if it isn't the best but I will improve!