Beautiful Lie

Braking point

( Seth's POV )

The next morning...

Sitting up on my bed letting my half way open eyes meet the ray of sunlight that was peeking out from behind my open certains. I get up, lazily push my messy hair out of my sleep consumed eyes and close the certains. Here I am getting up on another Sunday morning after yet another sleepless night in my tree house, still no motivation what so ever what else is new? I ask myself as I quickly swallow down my daily dose of pills like I normally do. It was only just a day after I lost my mother to a burial stabbing and nothing has changed except for the fact that I now have one less person that cares if I'm alive or dead Great!. I swear to god I was reliving my childhood all over again. Carrying on with my morning, I knew I was in the earily or I guess I was in the first stage of grief witch ironically is complete and total denial. Although when nightfall rolled around things got bad like really bad. As I was sitting in the living area of my tree house when my horribly severe major depression took over my body and my mind all I could picture was my mother's lifeless body laying motionless and cold in that hospital bed soon to be put in the ground and eaten by worms and bugs. A couple hours later the voices started up and yes I have voices inside my head and they just kept saying your nothing you idiot, nothing but worthless, stupid, pointless, meaningless, your so ugly you piece of shit, your just one big unimportant loser, a huge waste of air and space, a waste that's what your life is, your better off dead nobody will ever love a lowlife like you, nobody will miss you just go on and end it already, they will all celebrate your death by danceing on your corpse, laughing, and singing, just end it all you'll be happy you piece of shit! And they where right I walked up stairs and with each step the voices got louder and louder. I found my softly crying this was a full on mental brake down and I couldn't handle it. When I got up stairs I paced around the room and ran my figures through my hair trying to stop myself from crying anymore then I already was but I failed the tears just kept falling harder. I thought it was time to end all the pain, suffering, and, the misery. So I decided to hang myself, I figured it would be the easiest and most effective way to go since I didn't have a gun so a bullet to the brain was out of the question and I run out of both of my antidepressant, sleeping and PTSD pills this morning, so overdosing wasn't an opinion. I hung the noose from the ceiling and wrote my suicide note as tears came falling harder down my face staining the page. Once the note was finished I sat on my bed, took my switch blade out of my jean pocket and added three more cuts to the huge collection I already had one big cut symbolizing my dad's death a slightly smaller one for my mom's death and the smallest one created an 'X' shape cut on my arm witch stood for my soon to be suicide. I slowly moved my bangs out of my eyes witch was wet from my tears I looked down at the new additions, blood pouring out of the cuts, as I continued to sob uncontrollably. Then I herd the door open I set my switch blade down and quickly wiped thoughs stupid tears away. Then I herd Raine's voice say "Seth...."

( Raine's POV )

Saturday night...

Laying on my bed after reading Seth's book all night I finally finished it each poem was better then the last he was am amazing writer. His poetry gave me a look in to who Seth Nolles really was. And let me tell you there's a lot more to that boy then meets the eye and I mean a lot more secrets, pain and anger. I decided I was going to return his journal to him and I was pretty sure he was hanging out in his badass tree house right now.

15 minutes later...

After getting dressed, I grab Seth's journal, lock the front door, walk away from my home, and into the woods.

25 minutes later...

I get to the tree house, climb the rope ladder, open the front door and walk inside. Walking through the dead silent halls stupidly wondering if he's even here or am I just walking through my new best friends empty tree house alone like some fuckin creepier or something. Then after wondering around for a while longer I find myself standing at the bottom of the staircase. I hear very faint sobbing noises coming from the second floor. As I walk up the stairs the sobbing noises become louder and louder soon I followed noise intel they led me to the master bedroom. The door was shut but the sobbing sound was just on the other side of the door. I slowly open the door and there he was poor Seth Nolles. His back turned to me, I step inside the room, shut the door behind me and, I carefully set his journal on a table by the door. Then I slowly walked towards him I have no idea how he hasn't notice me yet. I am now standing in front of Seth and he seems as if he was trying to hide his face from my view. "Seth..." I say softly I look down at his wrists and to my surprise there was scares going all the way up both of his forearms there where three big fresh cuts as well. He looks up at me and sadly smiles at that moment I finally realize why Seth is always so cold he never let any real emotion show because to see him let this. To see him without his emotionless cold mask was just heartbreaking in it's self. Pain stoned in his eyes, tear stained cheeks, and red, puffy eyes. Sitting in front of me was weakness and sadness at it's finest form as if his demons not only where inside his head but they have completely over taken his whole enter body as well. It was almost like a cloud of darkness was looming over his head telling him he was nothing, nothing but worthless, stupid, pointless, meaningless, ugly, unimportant. Like the voices in his head where screaming at him telling him he was a waste of air and space, telling him that he would be better off dead. The man sitting in front of me was beaten down, broken, depressed, heart broken and only just hanging on but one single thread. I tuned around to see something shocking hanging from the ceiling was a noose on the desk behind it was a piece of paper. I walk over and slowly pick it up the note was neatly written in Seth's handwriting the page had little water spots that look like they could be dried tears I could tell the note was written no less then only about 40 minutes ago it read