The End.

Its all going to be fine now.

The school year had been over now and Rylan had left me for my mother. I was alone and no one could help me anymore. Not even the boy who actually loved me. He gave up on me and moved away. He left me. They all left me. I was worthless and just garbage. But that didn't matter because the drugs started to kick in and I was feeling the warmth the heroin was giving me as I pulled the needle out of my arm. I slowly faded away. This time for good. Before it fully kicked in and before all the pain was gone I grabbed the knife my dad left me. I put to my wrist and put pressure and then I slowly dragged it across my wrist. I let the blood flow from me slowly killing me. I was happy. I was free. But that didn't matter because I knew I didn't matter. I left my suicide note on the door. "I had a million guys forced inside me. I was beaten. Raped. Unloved. Uncared for. But it's ok because Im gone now and this time for good. Don't save me. Don't make me suffer more of this life. I know no one will care to read this but if you do. Fuck all of y'all." The blood finally stopped flowing and my breathe was gone. I was free. I saw the bright light at the end of the tunnel. Only to realize it was the light from the hospital. They were trying to save me. I was screaming in my head. No I don't want to be saved! No one could hear me. It was over and they left. I was breathing. Holy fuck. No this isn't ok. The morphine kicked in a was asleep. I woke up gasping for air only to realize there was a pillow on my face. I didn't struggle I just let it happen. It was Rylan and he was killing me and I was fine with it. After a few minutes that warmth was back and I was gone and past the return of revival. The End.