I slide down the door and sit on the ground. A tear streaks down my face as I think of everyone in my life right now. They all hate me. I wish I was with my grandpa up in heaven. That would be the life. I wipe my tears and stand up. I still have corbyns shirt on. I take it off and change into one of my shirts. I open the door and see all the boys and Keri occupied with the tv. I walk into the bathroom and look in the mirror. I wipe the tears from my eyes. I have dark circles under my eyes. I take out my hair. It looks a mess so I straighten it out with my fingers. It looks decent now. I don't have any makeup on and I don't care. I don't need to look good for anyone but myself and I think I look perfectly fine without makeup. Im giving life one last try. I'm gonna go into the living room and see if they really hate me. I walk out of the bathroom and into the living room. Everyone was talking but when they saw me, they got quiet and watched tv in silence. I sit down next to Jonah. He moves one cushion away from me. I look at him confused. He doesn't make eye contact with me. I look at Zach. "Whatcha watchin?" I asked him and all the boys but mostly him. "Um...nothing." He said kinda having attitude. I frown and look at corbyn to see what he's doing. He's looking at the floor trying to avoid eye contact with me. I sigh and look at Daniel. He's looking at me but immediately looks away when he sees me look over at him. I look over at Jack. He's watching tv. He sees me looking at him in the corner of his eye. He looks at me. "What?" He asked with attitude. I look away and at Keri. She looks at me and rolls her eyes. I get up and walk out of the room. All I sense is bad energy. I walk into the bathroom, mad, and go through the boys stuff in the cabinet. I find pills and a razor. Which one should I use?
Options:
Pills: I die without pain. Good
It might not kill me right away. Bad.
It isn't scary when they find me. Good.
Razor: it hurts like hell. Bad.
It will kill me if I hit the right vein and lose enough blood. Good.
It's scary when people find me. Bad.
I think I will take the pills. Even though I might not die right away, It'll be good if one of the boys find me, dead. I won't look too scary and I won't be covered in blood. I take the pill bottle and open it. There lots of pills on there. I pour some, not all, in my hand and count how many I'll be taking. I count 25. That's a lot but enough. I fill up a cup of water and set it down on the sink. I put the pills in my mouth and swallow them all with the water. I look at myself in the mirror. This is it. This is the last of me. I hope everyone that's in my life right now (the boys, Keri, my parents) are happy that I'm gone. I hope they know how much they hurt me. I think I also learned to always be kind to people. And do things for yourself. Don't depend on people. That was. H first mistake. I continue to look at myself in the mirror. I feel weird. Everything becomes blurry and then black.
