Please Let Me Die

Chapter 1- What's So Happy About This Birthday

I woke up only to realise that it was the anniversary of the day I was born. Great! If you didn't already realise I'm not happy right now. Scratch that I'm not happy at the fact the I'm still living and breathing on this God forsaken planet. Right now my parents are probably rushing around making me the traditional birthday breakfast that they made for everyone's birthday. I wonder how they would feel if they found me dead. Although they probably wouldn't be happy I'd be the happiest person alive- wait nope I'd be dead, but the emotion still stands.

I did the usual morning routine at a snail's pace and changed into my school uniform which consisted of a white t-shirt, black tie, black skirt-I wore pants- and a black blazer.

It was funny how predictable my family was. As soon as I got downstairs they all wished me a happy birthday and started eating, even though I hadn't sat down yet. Due to a certain set of circumstances that were unknown to me at the time I somehow ended up on the floor.

“Happy Birthday Momo!” My little brother's chorused.

My first name is actually Taylor but since my dad is hell bent on making sure that we don't forget about the Japanese culture that he grew up in we all have Japanese middle names. Mine is Momiji or Momo for short. I'm not sure how that's going to make us remember his culture, but I'm not going to question his logic.

“Thank you Logan, Lucas.”

I was still on the floor at this point, I wasn’t feeling particularly happy but they were being nice so I had to be respectful. As I was getting up my older brother Devon handed me this cutely wrapped box. I opened it and inside was a charm bracelet with lots of really nice charms. It would've been a nice present to someone other than me. Right now I didn't care enough to appreciate his gesture of kindness.

“Oh my gosh thanks I love it!” I said, feigning excitement

“Glad you do.” He said whilst messing up my fringe.

Whilst I fixed it back to the way it was my mother rushed over to me and grabbed onto my forearms. She had this annoying habit of restraining you whenever she wanted to tell you off for something.

“Taylor why do you always have your hair like that?”

“Because that’s the way I like it.”

My hair was in two French braids that reach my lower back, my fringe stopped just on my eye lids, because it was so long I rarely changed hairstyles.

“And why are you still wearing those glasses?”

“Because I want to.”

I have an eye condition called Keratoconus. Due to my corneas being oddly shaped light can't focus onto my retinas so I have to wear glases. They also gave me some contact lenses but I have an irrational fear of things going into my eyes.

“Also it’s going to be hot today so go and put on your sweater vest,” she ordered

I did as was told and put on my sweater vest.

“TAYLOR!” She shouted.

“Yes Mum!” I whined.

“Why didn’t you buy a vest that was your size?”

“Because I wanted it baggy” I replied annoyed “Can I go now I’ll be late.”

“Devon will drop you so sit down and have some breakfast.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah don’t worry I offered,” he replied.

I got into the front passenger seat of Devon’s car and he drove me to school. As I was about to get out of the car and walk to the school building Devon stopped me and said