Suicidal

Chapter 1

*(Y/N) POV*

Hi I'm (Y/N) , I am in 10th grade and I'm bullied. I only have one friend her name is Ann. There are bullies in school three of them. Harry, Louis, and Niall.

I woke up. I looked at my phone and I had a few missed calls from Ann. I called her back.

"Hello." Ann sighed in to the phone.

I laughed. "Why did you call so many times?"

Ann let out a breath of air. "No reason."

I nodded my head. "Do you want to go to the mall later?" She asked.

"Yeah, sure." I answered.

We both hung up the phone. I went down stairs and took my medicine. It's for my bad thoughts and my orientation.

My aunt and uncle were sitting at the table. "What the hell are you doing." My aunt asked me.

I looked at the floor knowing what ever I say will seem suspicious to them in some sort of way. "Answer me young lady." My uncle demanded.

I looked at him. "Im going to Ann's."

He nodded his head.

I ran upstairs. I slowly took off my tank top, being careful that it doesn't hit my cuts.

My phone started ringing and items my boyfriend Brandon's sister. I didn't answer because she is usually a complete jerk to me.

I slowly pulled down my shorts examining the scars on my left thigh.

I grabbed a pair of jeans and a 5 Seconds of Summer t-shirt out of my drawer.

I was as careful putting the outfit on as I was taking off the last. Then once again my phone started ringing. And also once again it was Brandon's  sister.

I sighed and ignored it once more.

Why would she be calling me. And how does she have my number?
I texted Ann and told her that I'm ready.

She answered in less then thirty seconds with "I'm on my way."

I decided to wait on the porch for her just because she doesn't have the best relationship with my aunt and uncle.

*Flashback*
It was my thirteenth birthday and
My aunt finally let Ann come over! I have never had a sleepover. I wonder what it would be like.

Well I mean I have had a sleepover just never at my house and never with Ann.

I sat in the porch waiting for Ann. She finally showed up and I was so excited. My aunt came outside and greeted Ann and her mom.

While the adults talked Ann and I ran up to my room. She has never seen my room.

*3 hours later*
*Still Flashback*

Ann and I just finished eating dinner. We went up to my room while my aunt made cookies.

I watched Ann as she looked around my room. "You like it?" I asked her hopefully.

She smiled and nodded her head. "Yeah I love it. But can I ask you one question?"

I looked back at Ann really confused. "You can ask me anything." Like what the hell could she ask me?

Ann looked at me sadly, "Have you ever thought about committing suicide?" She asked me nervously.

I'm going to be honest I have no idea what that is. "What's that?" I asked.