You Again? {Hunter Rowland}

Chapter 7

i almost cried making this chapter. enjoy!
Leah's POV
My mom just picked me up from the hospital and we were heading home. I was scrolling through Instagram, reading all the comments I was getting. all hate comments. I really can't deal with this. Half of the comments telling me to kill myself the others, to get a life.

I got home and went straight to my room. I laid down on my bed and fell right asleep.

I woke up from my phone ringing. Hunter

I answered right away.
"hello?" I said into the phone.
"hey leah I miss you tons, wish we could have spent more time together" he said.
I frowned.
"it's not your fault, it's mine"
"don't say that babe. I have to go the shows about to start love you, I'll t cut you later"
before I could respond he hung up.

I went down stairs and got something to eat. My mom wet out so I was home alone. How fun

I got a notification from Instagram saying I was tagged in a picture. Hunter posted a picture of us from when we were like 13. He captioned it "so glad my best friend is getting better I love you❤️"

Then the worst part happened. The comments.

I was so sick of people telling me to kill myself. Why don't I?
there is no point of living.

I keep pushing to go on, thinking there is going to be an award or something but there never is. There's nothing in the end. So why don't I just die now.

sorry that I'm such a waste of space
sorry I'm not a suicidal bitch
but if you really want that
so fucking be it then
if you don't want me here
then just tell me
I'll give up everything just ask me to
cause apparently I'm worthless
no one fucking cares
no one understands
no one ever will understand
I'm not leaving yet
but if you want me to
then just say it
if you like to break down people to their absolute worse
then I'm the best for that
cause I know first hand what it's like
I've tried so hard to stay strong
for almost 4 years
and i guess that's enough time to realize
nothing will be okay
and that your strength weakens year by year
so maybe I'm at my maximum
it's just crazy that you can cut away all the pain
but causing more to filter in
then letting it all go
with just a slice of a wrist
a shot through your head
and pills swallowed
dozen by dozen
guess it doesn't matter anymore
now that I'm broken
nothing matters
only That fact that you want to be dead
and how good it's gonna feel
just to get it out of the way
and get out of this fucked up world
and to some where safe
where I know
that nothing will ever hurt me again
I don't wanna say goodbye yet
I just don't won't to experience anymore pain
that I already had this whole year
and I just need it all to end
so I can be happy
and not have to deal with depression or anxiety
I think I've been too strong
to the point where everyone thinks I'm indestructible
but unfortunately
that's not true
suicidal people
are just angels that want to go home
help
me
please
sometimes
holding on
does more damage
then letting go
according to people
I do deserve to die
sorry
I guess
it's sad to know people don't care that I cut
I'm hurt
So Badly
I'm broken
into pieces
I'm
so
sorry.

I grabbed my phone and ran up stairs. I texted hunter.
"I'm sorry. just know I love you"

I turned off my phone and threw it on my bed. I ran into the bath room and opened up the cabinet. I pulled out the first bottle I seen and opened it.

I dumped the whole thing into my hand and stared at it for a minute.

Am I really gonna do thing?

give up everything?

I looked up at myself in the mirror.

No one will ever love you. You're worthless. You're ugly and deserve to die.

I thought to myself. I raised my hand and swallowed 1 pill at a time.

once I took about 7 pills I started to feel dizzy.

I went into my room and laid down.

Good bye...