You had been laying in your room for days... even weeks thinking about what happened to your life. All you wanted was Lay to notice you but that caused an enormous mess. Now he's probably somewhere doing the same exact thing to some other girl. Tears begin rolling down your cheeks as you stare at the loud rain outside. Your only two best friends were fake and now you felt lonely. You felt unloved and depressed for the death of your baby. Life was trash at the moment. You couldn't handle what was happening any longer. Voiced kept echoing in your head telling you that you shouldn't have done it and it reached to the point where you were tired of it. You ran to the bathroom and opened the cabinet. There you found many different kinds of pills. It may not have been the best choice, but you felt like it was your only choice now. You grab a handful of pills and take them to your room with a cup filled with water. Before taking the pills you with your mother a note. After a couple minutes of pure writing , it was time.
To be continued...
