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As you can see, my school isn't the fanciest. It's old, a really dead-looking tan, has no trees, or anything. But it has accelerated education. So my parents sent me there after bullying in middle school.

I get into school. Everyone shoots me a look of hatred. I adjust my bracelets to hide the cuts. Not like anyone cares about me anyways but I can't take the risk.

I see on my locker a note.

SLUT.

I take it off my locker. On the inside of it, it's even worse.

VERONICA,
I KNOW YOU LIKE MY BOYFRIEND. BUT HE IS MINE AND MINE ONLY. NOW DO US ALL A FAVOR YOU LITTLE SLUT, AND KILL YOURSELF.

That's  the last straw.

I am done with life here on earth. Why are the people so..... Mean?

I slam my locker and rush home. My parents have already left for work.

I go into the bathroom where the pills are. I go downstairs and fill a bottle with vodka. I run back to the bathroom and grab my razor blade. I open the razor and take out the blades.

I roll up my sleeves and hold out my wrist. I grit my teeth, and feel as I drag the blade upwards. DEEP.

I yell in pain. I then go to the pills and with my right hand, I open the bottle, and begin stuffing clump after clump of pills into my mouth, following with a swig of vodka each time.

I feel terrible stomach pain and I'm very dizzy. I looked to see my blood dripping from the tub to the floor. It then begins to look like a red blur, fading in, fading out.

Then I just sit against the wall, blood gushing out of me. I look up. I see the blurry white room as I drift out of consciousness.

I suddenly hear sirens. They were coming for me.

They keep getting closer and echo.

I feel as if I only have a few moments left.

I hear as a fire truck, two police cars, and an ambulance pull up to my house.

I hear as they bust down the door.

By this point, it's almost completely dark in my eyes. I hear as they go up the stairs.

Then, I drift off.

After that, darkness. As if I am sleeping.

Then a burst of white light.