November 30th, 2013; 3:28 pm.
Dear Luke,
I tried to commit suicide last night. Becca came in to get her purse she'd forgotten, and saw me struggling to tie a noose.
She took it away from me and called the police.
They came in and took me to a doctor. They wouldn't let me out of their sight. They asked if I had anyone to stay with. I didn't answer them the first couple of times. It hurt too much to think about you. I tried to stop the tears, but I couldn't. I was balling and ended up trying to hit my head against the table to make me forget about you and everything else.
They put me in a room with nothing. I sat on the floor and cried basically the whole night. I had to beg them to give me a pencil and paper to write to you.
I told them there was nobody for me to live with. I heard lots of whispers outside the door. Then the doctor poked his head in and told me to come out there with them.
They told me my options.
They said I could either (a. go to my parents home or (b stay in what they called a "padded room" until they decided I was better. I took option b, because option a wasn't even an option in my opinion.
They drove me home in the cop car. I had to pack a little bag full of personal items.
I looked and looked around my room, but all I saw were pictures of you and I. I grabbed my grandma's necklace, put it on, and handed the guard the empty bag.
I didn't have anything worth remembering.
-Ashley
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