I still got your back, you stupid bad-ass

It's all Downhill from Here

Kenny's POV

When I got home, I ran halfway up the stairs, when a voice slurred,

"Where have you been, young lady?" my mother said incoherently, swaying.

She's drunk, I thought.

"I--I went shopping with Hannah," I said, my voice trembling. My mom never drinks. She's never been drunk before.

"SHOPPING MY ASS!" my mom screamed.

"Mom...I--"

"YOU KILLED MY BABY!" She screamed.

It was an accident

"N-No I didn't mean to" I stuttered, on the verge of tears. "I would never hurt her!"

"SHE WAS MY ONLY DAUGHTER. I LOVED HER AND YOU TOOK HER AWAY!"

"Mom, what about me? I'm your da--"

"NO. Not anymore." She swung her wine bottle dangerously close to me. I gasped in pain when it struck the side of my head. I fell to the floor, clutching my soaked brown hair. It was wet with blood.

"Serves you right, bitch." mom muttered, walking away.

Tears of pain ran down my eyes.

Life was never this painful.

Why did this have to happen?

I stumbled--more like crawled to my room, for what felt like hours with blood dripping out of my head. I was losing blood fast. I was never going to make it.

I'm going to die, I thought. I'm going to die if I don't do something quick. My breathing was becoming slow and ragged.

I heard once that when you die, your life flashes before you and sometimes you see it like a movie... or you in a sense, lose your mind and relive it. I don't know how long this goes on for, I've never been able to ask but, this pain I've been feeling...My whole life has been with Chris; fighting or just hanging out. My sister died, everything I knew isn't what I thought and now I'm alone. I don't want to see it over and over again.

I might as well kill myself.

I sat up to lock the door and blasted my playlist through the stereo speakers.

This is the hardest way to say goodbye

'Cause as you walk away I'm feeling so alone

I don't understand

You had to leave and I'm not part of your plan

We both agreed but now I regret

There are so many things I should have said...

I felt dizzy as I grasped the bathroom doorknob, desperately trying not to fall. I looked up and saw myself in the mirror.

I was a mess. Blood was gushing out of my head, soaking my brown hair to a disgusting blackish red, dripping down my face and the back of my head onto my shirt. It was an awful sight. The pain was horrible. Shards of glass were stuck to the side of my head, my ear, and cheek, making it harder to think.

I coughed, blood coming out of my nose.

I looked at my fingers and saw the blood in them. Tears came out of my eyes.

I leaned against the wall and slid to the floor.

It's over.

With the last of my strength, I wrote a short message on my mirror, using my own blood.