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And there she sat. In the corner of her dark bedroom with blood dripping from her wrists and tears falling from her eyes, she let the knife hit floor and finally felt as though she had been freed from a prison that had trapped her for years, a prison that she felt she would never escape from. Sadly she knew deep down that her freedom would end at 8 o'clock the next morning, when she would be forced to drag her feet into the high school doors and face all the demons that haunt her nightmares. She had been in this position all to many times, but she never let it show. She would pull down her long sleeves even if she wasn't cold. She would sit in the back of every class with her head down and silently pray to God no one would notice her. She walked right up against the lockers in the hallways and would never make eye contact with you. But that didnt stop the bullies, they pushed her and yelled at her and threw things at her in the halls. She bravely walked the same path every single day for 6 years, until one cloudy day in september when she finally had enough. That day when she got home from school she sat down for dinner as if nothing was wrong. She did her homework with her brother as if nothing was wrong. But everything was wrong. When it was time for her to take her antidepressants and go to bed she didn't just take the one she was supposed to, she took the whole bottle. With shaking hands she dumped the pills in her mouth and closed her eyes as she took the drink that would change her life and everyone else around hers lives forever. When she opened her eyes she took a deep breath and went to say her final goodbyes to her family. She hugged her little brother and said she loved him with all her heart, then her sister, mother, father, and grandmother. She went to her room turned off the lights and sent a final message to her best friend, "i love you more". She layed down her head, closed her eyes, and said goodbye to the world before she took her last breath. But how did all of this pain start? Well that's what I am here for. To share her story.

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