I gave up.
After three years of painful days and restless nights I finally gave up. And it was all their fault. No, it was all his fault.
So here I was, standing on the edge of the school rooftop and staring at the pavement ground below that soon would take my life.
I could've lived many years and spent my last breath saying one of the most brilliant words that many would look to. But I couldn't wait any longer- I wanted to leave now. I was sick of this damned world, damned school and I was definitely sick of that damned Lawrence.
After wiping the tears from my lavender sweater, I closed my eyes, stepped forward and let gravity take me away as I thought of the terrible life that I had led...
