Day after day the same thing is happening, she goes to school and works, she goes home n works each and every day even weekends- which might as-well be part of the week. Each day getting harder and harder as the stress-ridden GCSEs rapidly approach their pain expressed heads...
Parents evening went ok but now her dad wants her too do an hour after school each day with a different subject to pick up and bring up grades, which is even more stress for her anxiety- exploded head. Day in day out she's struggling with life as in work and constantly fighting a loosing battle with herself, she tries to tell teachers in school that she's had enough but they don't think out of it because there dumb-witted minds think that she means the exams however they couldn't be more wrong!
Each night she goes home and cuts one cut for each word of bullying, thing she couldn't do and each time the teachers don't realise that she is suicidel! Every day struggling more and more- they still haven't realised that she is starving herself each meal time, the bruises on her body she blames on being clumsy yet is actually herself trying to punch the "fat" away because she is constantly starred and sniggled at. She questions herself over and over each night "would anyone actually miss me if I died?"
"Why can't I just end it all?" And most importantly "how am I going to do it; noose, overdose, cutting a main artery all of which she has tried yet she'ss stillbreathing and struggling each day.
After her nan died of cancer and her best friend committing too she just wants to fly, she wishes it. Every week that goes by she paints a beautiful picture with a story behind it but there's a catch, the canvas is her wrist and thigh- and the paintbrush is a blade!
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Look she's in the hospital now, she tried to hang her self but didn't quite work, she lays there with a severe whiplashed neck and minor crushed windpipe. She was unconscious for five days and no one even came to see her in hospital, part from her father. Struggling to talk she signals that she's in pain and needs some medication, which the nurses give her a drip, however the nurse put triple the amount of morphine the nurse should of, the girl with the last of her energy turns the nozzle all the way so she gets the entire bag therefore overdosing too. Half an hour had passed and three quarters of the whole drip had entered her almost lifeless body, starting to get cold feet and hands whilst an overwhelming surge of pins and needles hit her chest and the light from her eyes rapidly decreases, without a sound (bar the heart monitor) the life from her innocent body grasps for a handful of heart beats before... beep beeeeeep beep the heart monitor has alarmed the whole ward she has passed!
