I woke up in the bathroom floor, it was 11:50 and my parents were still knocked out... i gather up all the pills from last night and threw them in the trash. it was a Saturday, so I didn't have to worry about school. I went to the kitchen and found my mom passed out on the table, like usual. I guess Steve is gone (my step-dad) which means I can go around the house a little bit without fear of him hurting me.i grabbed a pop tart and headed back in my room. I shut and Locked the door.. just incase Steve was home. I flick on some tv and watch full house. why can't I have a living family like them? I couldn't take it anymore so I turned it off. I searched for my tablet, and finally found it under my bed. I clicked on the YouTube app. and start typing in "suicide survival and help stories." maybe if I watched others broke , and get help. it could help me. I watched a video, of a girl who had troubles at school and at home, and when her parents were gone she ended her life. when she was dead her mom became depressed and her whole school was in shock, people were blaming themselves and writing letters of apologies. but it was too late for her to turn back and see those who loved her. this gives me hope.. I get off YouTube and get on Instagram... I posted a selfie yesterday and it got 12 likes.. and a couple of people commented saying I was super pretty, people I knew from school.. that never push me into lockers.. that smile when I walk by.. I guess I've never really realized them before
