Hurt

15

chapter 15 • done

TRIGGER WARNING⚠️

Panic attacks. Are the worst.

That's all I could say, I was literally having a panic attack. I had to process everything that was going on everything Ana did.

I got in a argument with Alex, and we stopped talking. Ana saw me and pulled me into the cafeteria and told the whole school about my family. She showed the cuts I had to THE ENTIRE SCHOOL!. Alex being himself was just staring at me like I was a statue or some painting which of course I was transformed into when red paint fell all over my body.

And all of that caused my panic attack, it was the worst, I was on the floor short of breathe, and no one did anything.

I remember the first day if school and I got a panic attack, Ana helped me and I was okay after that.

My life is ruined. Everything was ruined.

"Macey. Macey please get up from the floor." I heard a voice a voice I knew very well, I opened my eyes and saw my mom. How did she get here?

"Mom-mom" I started to cry more

"Honey let's go home" I was happy that I was going home, I was finally gonna leave this hell hole that I was in.

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I took a shower and put on my pjs. I was really comfy that I went up to my room and laid on my bed and that's when I get a text.

Ana🖕🏻

Hope you liked that event that I planned. I knew that you wanted to be popular, so your welcome your gonna be the topic of he whole school.

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How did she get my number, I thought.

That was enough. I had enough with life I had enough with everything. I wanted to be forgotten, forgotten by everyone, forever and ever.

Everyone that I thought cared about me stopped caring.

My mom is tired of me, tired of always coming to school and picking me up, Cole stopped caring about me, He's helping Ana. Liz and Izzy are Anas best friends so they don't like me. Matt just doesn't talk to me cause he thinks I'm a hoe. And Alex, Alex hates me.

So I was ready, I was ready for my destiny. I was ready to go, leave everything behind leave everything that has hurt me. I just wanted to be gone forever.

I got up from my bed put on some decent clothes, and my vans. I was ready.

I wrote my suicide note.

Dear whom ever is reading this,

I'm not sorry for what I've done. I'm not sorry for anything. I'm tired, I'm tired of people. I'm just done. So please don't stop me. I'm finally doing something right in life.

Sincerely,
Mia Macey Miller

I quietly opened the front door and walked out but I was stopped.