I sat on the cold tile floor of my bathroom, holding a bottle of painkillers. I gulped and closed my eyes, pouring about 10 of them into my shaking hand. I could no longer fight the tears, thoughts racing through my head as I contemplated what I should do. 'Fuck it. Fuck it all.' I thought as I shoved the pills into my mouth and swallowed them as quickly as possible, without giving it a second thought. 'I just want to get this over with. I just want to die already.' I thought.
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The next thing I knew, I was in a hospital room, my mother's hand in mine. "Oh, thank god you're awake!" she said with a solemn, earnest look on her face as I opened my eyes. "Wh-what happened?" I asked her weakly. "Well, last night, we found you out cold in your bathroom, with a bottle of pills in your hand. You were rushed to the hospital and they gave you a blood transfusion. Fortunately you're awake now." It all started to come back to me, the pills, the tears, and most importantly, why I did it.
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That was about a month ago. Unfortunately, my efforts didn't work. I'm still alive. Woo-hoo.
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Well, I might as well introduce myself now. Hi, I'm Alli. I'm your average suicidal teenage girl. Alone, isolated, depressed. And why am I like this? Well, to start off, my mother is an alcoholic with no job who wants nothing but to sit on the couch and drown herself in bottle after bottle of beer. My father left us when I was six. I can still remember his jokes and laughs and singing, the things that cheered me up when I needed it the most. I loved him much more than I do my mom. To be honest, I can see why they got a divorce. Who would love an unemployed, irresponsible drunk like my mother? I don't blame my father for what he did, but my life has been a downward spiral ever since then.
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The Boy in the Blue Flannel
Teen FictionAlli is a depressed teenage girl who wishes nothing more than to end her life. The day she met Luke Hemmings, she never would have expected him to change her life for the better.
