"I cant take it any more" and then I did it I picked up the knife and did it, I KILLED MY SELF. O let me introduce myself I'm Lottie Rose, I go to Rosedale Highschool im 16 and I am a victim of bulling. im called things but I stay strong at school. So back to where I was, it was a friday and I was in my 2nd period class and this girl, Layla Robinson, my main bully, walked in and it just happened to be there was no other seat exceot for right beside me "yay" I said sarcastically under my breath. The teacher started to talk everyone wasnt listening but I am I always do I am a straight a student, perfect attendance and any thing else that someone would be considered a goody goody. The teacher was called to the office and everyone started talking in there own little group and I was sitting alone drawing. Layla and her bullying crew walked up to me, "Hey lottie why is your name lottie it should be slutty, u should jut go kill yourself your a waist of breath" layla said and her crew agreed with her. It usually doesnt phase me but this time it didmaybe I should, maybe I am just a waist of space. The rest of the day consisted of layla telling me to kill my self and that im stupid and ugly and many more things that this time, this day really hit me. I walked home and went to my room and checked twitter and #sluttieshoulddie. I started to cry and ran to my kitchen and grabbed a knife and ran back to my room and wrote a suicide note "Hi mom, im so sorry but I cant take it anymore, im just a waist of space I shouldnt be alive I have to do this, everyone wants me to do this and I sould do it u dont know how hard it is to write this note or take that pain that I get from school u dont know how it feels to be called stuff thats not true, that I dont know what I did to deserve it but I guess I did something. I love you mom I always will but I have to go bye xoxo -lottie" then I put it on my bed and went into my bathroom and looked into the mirror my mascara is all over my face from crying, I held the knife in my right hand and I lifted up my left arm and put the knife to my wrist and slowly slid it across it and did over and over. I looked down my floor was covered in blood and my wrist was dripping blood and my phone went off I looked at it and more people are telling me to die amd I screamed and then said "I cant take it anymore" and I put the knife to my heart and started to cry and I stabbed my self. And now im dead. I cant take it back I cant speak to any one again I will never have my first kiss or boyfriend or married or children. My life is over now.
(authors note: okay I know this book is only one chapter but I thinks its pretty long I dont know about yall but I do. okay I will be writting more books so just follow my account so u know when I write more! okay love ya adiós)
