The depressed little boy

Last day alive

I'm Johnathan Wheeler and I'm depressed.

I have depression, social anxiety, and anxiety.

So i woke up this morning feeling as usual, depressed.  I got ready for school and I went downstairs. My mom checked me to see if their was any new cut marks.

I had a therapy appointment later that I really didn't want to go to.

I arrived at school and went to my first class. Everyone started laghing and pointing at me like usual. I put in my earbuds and ignored them.

After first period I was walking in the halls listening to my music, when all of a sudden I was being slammed into the lockers.

"Watch where you're going nerd." Micheal said laughing.

Micheal is the captain of the football team, so he thinks he can get away with whatever he wants.

I continued walking after picking up my things. I ran into my best friends Angel and Giovani.

"I honestly want to fucking die." I said.

"Why? Is it because of Micheal because I'll go say something to him right now." Angel said in frustration.

"No it will just cause more dram with everybody then there already is. I mean I'm getting death notes in my locker from poeple saying that I'm worthless and I should die and I'm starting to think if maybe I should listen to them." I said pulling out all of the notes and handing them to Angel and Giovani.

"Dude this isn't right you should turn these into the office." Giovani said handing them back to me.

"Well here's the thing, I don't know who they're from."

"Oh, well I mean I can look at people's papers and try to figure out the hand writing on them." Angel offered.

"No it's fine. I gotta go to class I'll see you guys later." I screamed walking off.

After school I went home and wwent into my bathroom. I took a shower and went back to my room and started writing a suicide letter and I also wrote a few letters to people and told them why I did it and how they help me make a LIFE CHANGING decision.

I finished my letters and I went to Angel's house a dropped off two copies. The second copy is for her to release if someone decides not to keep sharing the letters.

I went back home and went to my bathroom, I grabbed my moms box for sewing and some blades out of my dads toolbox. I went into my room and sat in the corner. I stabbed a few sewing needles into my legs and then slowly slit my wrists. I bled out for a while my breatjing got heavy but soon slowed down and everything went black.