"suicide" (In The Works)

The end and the beginning of all

As I laid against the frozen tile walls of my bathroom ; catching my last few breath. I thought about where it all began and how I ended up here. It's so sad to know that no one noticed how much I was suffering. I know it may have seemed that I was living the dream but in reality I was dying inside. All the smiles and laugh were all part of a cover up of who I was and what I was feeling and no one seem to notice ; or was I just so good at playing the part of a happy teenage girl. Thier must have been some part of my life that I enjoyed but I don't seem to notice it against all the bad I've been through.
So let's start to where I first saw the sign of depression or what most people would say attention seeking habits. Oh wait forgot to tell you guys my name; my mother named me Farrah collin which is pretty funny when you think about it. Farrah holds the meaning of happiness in Arabic, which I was never happy. So let's get back to where it all started.
I was just 12 years old living in Malibu,California at my father house. My mother and father had recently gotten a divorce they shared custody so each week I would be at a different house; if that didn't make my life already hard enough high school would. I was 1 day away from starting at a new school in a new city that I didn't know much about other than what I saw in movies. I didn't know what to expect at this new school and I wasn't sure if I would fit in with the crowd or if I would be a sore thumb in the crowd. I ate alone the night before school my father was always busy with business meeting and never really had time to be with me. I was mostly always taken care of by the house maids at my father house ,when it came to living at my mother house it was a whole different story. My mother was an artist she was always home an cared for me. She would travel every now an then but never when it was her week with me. My mother was like my bestfriend I told her alot but not everything. After I finished eating I went back to my room to watch Netflix before settling down to sleep for tomorrow. I slowly drifted of to sleep before I knew it I was knocked out.
It was a brand new day I woke up at 6am to get ready for school. I braided my long brown hair into a crown. I put on a red v-neck shirt fitted to my body an a pair of light blue Jean's that cut off at my ankles I paired it with a pair of white chucks. I grabbed my backpack and ran down the stair before Charles called me down. Charles is my butler he has been taking me to school since Pre-K. I grabbed an apple as I called out to Charles an told him I was ready to go; he grabbed my armed a drag me to the dinning table we can not leave without you having a proper breakfast Ms. Collins.
Farrah:"But Charles am gonna be late for my first day of school."
Charles: "I dont care your health is more important and you need a proper breakfast for school."
Farrah: *pouts and sits down* "ugh okay"

After I finished eating Charles rushed me to school. I walk into school and headed to my first class which was chemistry. As I got to the class I walked straight to the back of the classroom and sat alone. I sat thier on my phone while the last few seats filled up the last person who walked in was a fairly tanned girl with blonde hair and black roots; she sat beside me. As I waited for the teacher to call attendance the girl beside me turn to me and said " well aren't you fresh meat " I looked at her in confusion wondering what that meant I think she notice because she began to burst in laughter . She turn over again an said "nice to meet you , my name is Casey by the way " with a big old grin across her face. I just started at her and said nice to meet you to. Off in the distance I heard some one calling my name an turn to see the teacher; he wanted to introduce me to the whole class as if it was necessary to embarrass me. Mr. Robert was the professor name he stated at me up an down waiting for me to tell the class about myself.
Mr. Robert: So , tell us about your self Farrah like where u came from and what you like.
I stood thier stareing at the back classroom trying to figure out what to say .
Farrah : Well my name is Farrah as you may all know by now. I am originally from San Francisco which is only a couple hours away. I'm just 12 years old an I love to travel an go to concerts.
I quickly made my way back to my seat.
When I trip over a foot. My face quickly got red of embarrassment. I look up to see a tall figure above me.

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Who do you think tripped her?