Leaving This Behind

The Attempt

A/N So, despite all of the crap going on in my life, I uploaded. Just a warning, this chap is reeeaaalllly sad and depressing. Anywhoooo, enjoy? Don't cry too much? ;) I really hope you know I love you guys. I didnt really feel like uploading tonight but I felt bad for not uploading for like a week... <3

‘Dear Mom, Dad, and Austin,’ I wrote. A sob left my lips as I wrote the next sentence.

‘I had to escape. I want you all to know that none of this is your fault. You’re reading this, which means I’m gone. So, I’m happy. That’s something I haven’t been in so long. Thank you for caring; for trying. No matter where I live, though, I wont be able to get away. It’s too much to handle. I’m so sorry for all the pain and trouble I’ve caused. I LOVE YOU!

                                                Leighton’

I re-read it before I sat it down beside the bottle of pills and my blade. I started writing again.

‘Dear Taylor Family, I’m sorry you had to find me like this. I had no other choice. It’s the only way I could get rid of the pain. Thank you for welcoming me into your home like you did. I feel like I should explain my story. My ENTIRE story…

          My father was an alcoholic. He beat and molested me regularly. My rock was my best friend, Kaidyn. In the 7th grade, he turned on me. He told all of my secrets, and began bullying me. Everyone at school joined in on his endless teasing. They tortured me from 7th grade to the time I came here. I still get messages from some of them… My parents found out and sent me here.

          Again, thank you all. I’m sorry…

                                       Leighton’

          Tears streamed down my face as I signed my name. I set it down and picked up the razor. I ran my finger over the shiny silver surface.

          I’m a waste of space. I’m not wanted. Not here; not anywhere. That has been made quite obvious. Everyone, including me, would be better off if I was dead.

They wanted my gone.

          Jaden

          Kaidyn

          Blake

          Aaron

          Logan

          Dylan

          Alex

          Maybe Jordyn

          ME.

I dug the sharp razor into my skin and made a deep cut. Thick red blood rushed out of it. I had fifteen more of those. One cut for each torturous year of my life.

          Blood slid down my arms and warm tears slid down my cheeks. I opened the bottle of xanax. It was the only thing I could find.

Aaron’s POV:

          I’ve been lying in my bed listening to her cry for a while, now. I know I could go and check on her. I just can’t bring myself to do it. I sighed and rolled over. I tried desperately to block out her sobbing. It’s probably nothing, anyway. Jaden probably dumped on her or something. I was really hurt when Blake showed me she and Jaden in her bed. Pain, betrayal, anger, jealousy.

          Leighton’s cries got louder. It sounded like she was in pain. I got out of my bed and walked to her room. I opened her room and gasped at what I saw. Leighton, MY LEIGHTON, was sitting on her bed. Her bruised face was cover in tears. Her arms were coated in red. Blood. An open pill bottle was in her hand. I rushed over to her, and pried the bottle out of her bloody hand.

          She tried to get it back. “NO! GIVE IT BACK! I DON’T WANT TO LIVE! I WANT TO BE DEAD!” She cried and tried to take the pills back.

          I flinched at her words. “BLAKE! LOGAN! JORDYN!” I yelled. Tears escaped my eyes as she stopped fighting and collapsed onto the floor. I dropped down to the floor beside her.

          I snatched a sheet off of her bed and pressed them to her cuts. I had to stop some of the bleeding.

          I heard footsteps behind me. I vaguely heard a chorus of cries and gasps.

          “CALL 911!” I screamed through tears. Why were they just standing there?!

Please, God. Don’t take her!