I'm back at school and I can't take it. Everyone is acting as if someone didn't die. Im waiting in the lobby in silence. We go to our lockers and get ready for another day of torture. I grab my things for ELA and sit down.
After the announcements I start my work but can't think straight. "Mr. Mike? May I use the bathroom?" I ask. "Yeah sure. " I walk to the abandoned bathroom and sit in the corner. I bring out my pocket knife that I'm not supposed to have but always have it. I quickly think about what I'm about to do and without a second thought I cut both my wrists deep. I stare at the blood running down my arm as the room starts to spin. 'I'll be there soon Ashton' I thought before I only saw black.
