The Past Of Me

Nine

Third Grade. Tough year. Long classes. No friends.

Now that Bristol and I were pretty much no longer talking, I let my life go down. I started to get less and less shy, but it never felt the same as hanging out with Bristol. It had gotten to the point where I wasn't feeling even close to when I was friends with her. I said enough was enough. I tried one more suicide attempt. This time was my closest to death. I needed so many stitches and help for my head. I was in the hospital for a couple weeks. Having head trauma and not knowing who was who, I didn't remember anyone for weeks. Even after I was released home.

Bristol was a whole other story. We didn't talk to each other until a month or two after I remembered her. That put's us about one month left until fourth grade. We hung out once or twice after that and then it seemed like we gave up. 

So again, I was lonely with nothing left to do but cry because I had nothing to do except getting caught up in my next attempt in suicide.