Will You Be My Saviour?

why?

I awoke with Andy hovering over me. I was really uncomfortable.  What ever I was laying on was bumpy.

"Andy?"
"Hey baby girl, you passed out. Are you okay?
"Yah, I think so. HAILIE!"
I jumped and went to her. I looked her in the face for a long time. I hugged her, and she hugged back.

Then I pulled back and slapped her.
"Why? Why did you leave me? You left me with Roseanne. She beat me. Te kids at school beat and bullied me. I was all alone. Why did you leave me alone?" By now we both where crying. I feel like I want to hug her and beat the shot out of her at the same time.
"Can I explain before you hate me? Sit and talk with me."
"No. You left me. You left me. You faked your death. To get away from me. You could have just said you hated me. You didn't have to do that." With that,  I ran to the bus bathroom. I went to my little cabinet and took out my hidden shiny friend.
They where all knocking on the door. I ignored their pleas, took off my pants pushed my shirt sleeves up. I was crying but only knew because I could taste my tears.

I settled my self in the bathtub. There was no water in it. Just me. My ugly, useless, fat, unwanted, unloved self filling it. I grabbed my phone and put on her last words by Courtney Parker.
I found a pad of paper and a pen. I wrote
Dear everyone who hates me,
You won. I realize that no one wants me.
Hell,  my own' friend'  faked her death to get away from me. Andy pities me. Doesn't love me.
My own mother doesn't even love me. What does that tell you?'
          ~Soon to be forgotten Abbigail.
With these words I drug the blade acrossed my wrist. As deep as I could. I hit a good vein, I could feel it. I did the same to the other wrist. Next was my legs. On my upper thigh, right side, I wrote, mommy doesn't care, .
On the next thigh I wrote' and daddy wasn't there. .
I let my self sink into a sound less and dream less slumber that I would never wake from.