Today I decided to get up again. I'm trying to cope, for you. I went to my closet to get my clothes out. I looked at the floor of the closet and saw a picture of you peeking out of the box. I grabbed the picture from the box to look at it. You were so beautiful. It was our high school graduation picture. You hair was curled around your neck. And your whole face lit up with a smile. Even your eyes were smiling. I just couldn't take it, I threw the picture back in the closet, grabbed your pillow and hid under the bed crying into it.
Then I got angry. Why did drake have to take you from me. Why didn't I realize you were hurt. It's all my fault. I ran into the bathroom and locked the door. I took out my old friend and slashed my arms, again, and again and again. Over and over, until the whole counter was full of blood. Out of anger I punched the mirror across from me, screaming you name and I fell to the floor.
I heard knocking on the door and then someone broke down the door. They all gasped. Jaz quickly called 911 and tried to keep me from blacking out. I heard the sound of sirens, then everything went dark.
