Chapter 20

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I walked out do the classroom after crying for 5 minutes. My eyes were red and puffy and my cheeks were stinging. I decided to go the opposite way of the canteen. I didn't want to see Dylan. I didn't want to see Harry. I didn't want to see anyone

My life has ended. Everyone has left me. My mum, she doesn't care bai me as much as I thought she does. She doesn't have time for me.

I walked out of the college, ignoring the chattering and whispering kids. I knew exactly where I and to be

There was no point of me being alive, if I sooner deserve any happiness. I have to get out of this grief, out of this burden

I walked and walked for about 30 minutes, till I reached my destination. The wind was blowing in my face and the place was desolated

I walked forwards and stood near the edge of the cliff, small rocks slowly falling from the height

The depth was appalling

I looked down and could hear the crashing of the water, the twirls of the leaves behind me, the winds howling. It was perfect, there was no one here and I could do what I should have done since a long time

There is no point of me living in this world if I am not loved. I am a burden for everyone. Everyone hates me. Harry hates me. Dylan hates me. Ashley hates me. The whole, college hates me. My mum thinks I'm a burden. My dad hates me

There is no point of my existence and today I will do something I should have thought of before . I should have done this long ago, but my mind wasn't focusing. However I will finally allow me to free.

Flashbacks of memories flooded into me. People's sayings came into my mind

"Slut"

"No one likes you"

"Fatty"

"Ugly"

"Attention seeker"

Tears fell down my cheeks. All these years no one has loved me. When Harry came back I thought my life would be better. I thought I would be happy again, but nothing ends well. Everything got worse when Harry came.

I stepped a bit more closer to the cliff right on the edge, more rocks stumbling down and rippling as they hit the twinkling, blue water

I'm going to comment suicide...

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