I was siting at home thinking about how broken I was and and how I took a sledged hammer to my dream when I began to cry why did god make me this way I think as I break down in to my pillow first he makes me bi then ugly then he gives my feelings that I don't understand by now I realized that I had a wire in one hand and my pencil in the other should I I think to myself as I wrap the cord around my hand it will be quick they won't even care I put the cord around my neck and scratch I'm better now in to my arm and pull out my suicide note as I walk over to my closet I think about the last time I did this and with every step is tremble more I get to my closet and before I can wrap the wire around the rack I collapse.
I wake up on my floor everything as it was I quickly put away everything and lay in bed I start to cry
My phone hose off Buzzz I check it and I see someone sent me something it was a saying it read suicidal people are just angles wanting to go home I guess I'm an angle and with that I fell to sleep hop wing that I will great death as I do
And when death came for the third brother he quickly took off his cloak and greeted death as an old friend
~Harry potter tales of beetle and bared
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The misfits (8th grade)
Non-FictionThis story is about a group of friends that learn that you don't need popularity to be happy all you really need are friends Hello guys this is my first story please I hope you enjoy it because I certainty did please tell me what you think but no h...
