Reagan's P.O.V.
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I woke up this morning to a note on my door from my mum. I grab the note off the door and open it up.
' Dear Reagan,
I just want you to know that I love you and Ethan dearly. This is a very unexpected thing to wake up to but you need to know. . . I am leaving. Running away. I know you are very mature and responsible. I dropped Ethan off at Aunt Jane's house and he is going to be staying there for awhile. Im sorry. I love you Reagan.
Love, Mum '
By the time I was through reading the note I was shedding tears. I dropped the note and slammed the door shut. Why? Why why why? I slid down the door and pulled my knees to my chest.
I sat there for about 30 more minutes and finally stood up. I charged to my nightstand and yanked the drawer open causing it to fall to the floor. " SHIT! ". I fell to the floor and started searching for my razor. I found it and immediately set it on my wrist. 1, 2, 3 deep slices, blood pooling on the floor. It wasn't enough. I did 4 more deep cuts, deeper than the ones before. " Fuck " I gasped suddenly feelimg light headed. " Reagan? " I heard my Aunt Jane call. But, I couldnt move, speak, or breath.
There I went falling into darkness. The door flung open, " WHAT THE HELL? REAGAN! " those were the last words I heard before drowning into the darkness.
