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five

I burst into the house, ignoring my father, as I didn't even want to be home anyways. I ran upstairs to the bathroom and locked the door. I pulled out the razor blade and started slicing. Once all the room on my arms was taken up, I moved to my thighs, my salty tears landing on each new cut. I set down the blade and took a deep breath. I decided I was done suffering. I was so done.

I opened the medicine cabinet, grabbed three bottles of pills and then ran downstairs. I left the house and headed towards the old creek that ran behind my house. That way, once I was dead, nobody would be able to find my body. I sat down and dangled my feet in the water. I took one of the bottles and opened it. I didn't know how to swallow a pill, so even if I didn't get it down I would choke.

I popped a pill in; I swallowed. Another pill, and another. The once full bottle was empty. I opened another one. I kept swallowing pills. I couldn't see through my tears, and I started to feel dizzy. I knew I was about to blackout. I took a shaky breath and rolled myself into the creek. I hit the water and didn't bother holding my breath. I felt my heart stop.

God, I hope I don't wake up.

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Alexander's POV
I stumbled over the hill behind John's house. I couldn't take it anymore, I was so worried about him. I had to find him. I knew he liked to go to the creek behind his house when he was upset, so I went to look for him there.

As I approached the creek, I noticed a few empty pill bottles at the edge of the water. Then I saw him. It was John, floating face down, the water around him tinted red. I screamed. I screamed like I never had before. I couldn't move, my heart had physically stopped. I stared at John's motionless body. I had to do something. I splashed into the creek, with no hesitations. I grabbed onto John's shoulders and flipped him over. He had cuts, all down his arms and legs. There were so many of them you could barely see the skin, just scars.

I bit my lip and kept crying as I leaned my ear down to John's chest. "Come on, John. John! You have to wake up! Please! You're going to be okay, just get up! John, John. Please! Oh my god, just get up! You're not dead!! W-wake up!"  I dragged his body out of the water and sat down next to him, pulling out my phone. I dialed the police, hoping they would come soon.

I ended the call and looked back over to John. I kept crying as I curled up next to his body.

"John?" I whispered. "You're a wonderful person. I should have done something sooner, you don't deserve this. Not one bit." I whimpered.

The police arrived and they loaded him into an ambulance. I couldn't watch anymore, and I looked down at the bloodstained grass.

John isn't dead. No- he can't be.

an// well
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