The Suicide Notebook

Chapter 6

Annabelle's P.O.V (A/N Did yuh expect that? Eh? Ehhhhh?)

My hands trembled as the thought that was reality replayed in my mind once again. She died... Because of me... I saw her death...

It replayed over and over in my mind, torturing me in the pain that I put her through.

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I was peacefully walking around the neighborhood, thinking about what I could say to Briana tomorrow at school.

In the corner of my eye I noticed a person standing on a stool that was under a tree branch. I turned to see, Briana... She was tying a rope around the branch...

No, she's not gonna commit suicide... She wouldn-

Cutting me out of my thoughts she started to tie it around her neck. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" I yelled at her, fear and guilt overwhelming me. I slipped off my heels quickly and started to run to her as fast as my legs would take me, nononono... Please don't let this happen...

Briana kicked the stool, and I saw as she struggled from the rope around her neck. I didn't stop charging after her, but I started to scream and shout for help. Beads of sweat emerged and rolled down my forehead, I was never one to run, but I have no option at this point.

"SOMEBODY HELP! PLEASE!" People started to rush out of their houses, and noticed what I was running towards. They started to panic but one person called 9-1-1.

I started to run on the grass, it's spikes tickling against my bare skin.

I was in front of her and quickly untied the knot, her lifeless body dropped to the floor. Police and ambulance sirens rang loudly through my ears, but I bended down and picked up her body. I pleaded and begged in my mind as drops of grief rolled down my face- that she was okay- that it wasn't too late.

Her chest didn't move- at all. Her skin was pale as snow, red marks around her neck. Her eyes were shut but not one sound was heard from her. The ambulance lurched to a stop in front of the house that Briana lived in, paramedics rushing out of the vehicle.

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Everything else became blurry from there...

I haven't bothered to eat, I haven't spoken to anyone either. But I'm forced to attend school. I don't give a crap about makeup- I can't sleep either so I look dead. For clothes I slip of sweatpants, a short sleeves shirt and a pair of boots- sneakers is too much trouble.

Everything I said about her- was a statement about who I was as a person- not her. Everything...

I deserved the pain and torture, she didn't.

Now, it's too late...