'To whom it may concern,
I can't take it anymore. The bullying. I have nobody that cares about me. Nobody at all. Goodbye once and for all. I love you mom and dad.'
I write in cursive this time, then go over it again. I feed my goldfish and run to the bathroom where I open the cabinet and swipe al of the pill bottles out of it and empty them onto a counter. I scoop up a handful of the mixed pills and put them into my mouth. I turn on the faucet, but nothing comes out. I run to the kitchen and turn on the sink, but again, it's bone dry. I sit there and think about what I should do next. I open the fridge to see if there is any soda or bottled water, but nothing. The pills are starting to dissolve and taste really gross, causing me to gag. I rush to my bedroom where I bump my side on my desk on accident, sending my fishbowl crashing to the ground. I hear it and look over to see my fish, gasping for water, dying on my floor.
