There was a knock on my door. I looked at my clock, 7:30. Mum walked in and sat next to me who was laying down on my bed. I physically couldn't sit up. I was shaking, sweating, hot but also cold, my stomach hurt and a small trickle of vomit was coming out of my mouth. I looked at my mother she was crying.
"Mum, please, please I don't want to feel like this any more."
Mum started crying more "No" she wiped the vomit from my chin "we'll get you better Jamie"
I started crying and stuttered "I don't want to mum, I don't want to get better, I would prefer to die!"
Mum stood up and left the room, she returned with a syringe in her hand. Excitement surged through my body. I ripped the hem off my sweaty shirt, tied it around my arm and grabbed the needle out of my mum's hand. I saw mum slide down my bedroom wall tears streaming down her face as I injected myself with the brownish substance.
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Roman pour AdolescentsShe was angry, she had been ever since she found the syringe at the back of my bookshelf.
