-Flashback-
I walk in the door and slam it behind me. Everyone saw the marks and bruises and cuts all on my skin. I tug at my hair and pace around the house trying to find pen and paper. I have no idea what i am doing. I just start writing, writing, and writing. I write "i'm sorry," but pen ink smear because my tears are soaking the paper. I keep the note on the counter where everyone would see it. I run upstairs to the bathroom and pace around while looking in the mirror. Tears streaming down my face. Whats happened to me? I can't live like this.
I open the cabinet and find pills in the back. I grab them, then look back in the mirror. I can't stop crying. The pain never ends.
So i'll end it myself.
-Flashback over-
I don't remember seeing Harry, nor anyone when i woke up. About a half an hour afterwards, my mom came in the hospital room in tears.
All i know is that ever since all that happened, i never saw my 'suicide note' anywhere.
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FanfictionPeople always say they promise. Promise this, i promise that- but they never mean it, and they find ways to screw up the entire meaning behind it. Then you came along and said it, and my entire world fell apart because i knew one day you were going...
