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maceys pov

"emo bitch" "fat ass" "gothic freak" All those names lerked in my head as I wrote my good bye note. I wanted to put who was to blame. Trent and Ben did some but not much, the tipical preps did most of it. I couldnt put the names on the paper, If they read this or found out they would blame themselfs, even though it was thier fault. They might even take it to extremes like me. I played a mix cd the gang made for me for my birthday, it had bvb, sws, mcr, fir, a7x, all my favs. I cried thinking about what I was about to do. I cut long ways on my wrist and the blood flew from my arm freely, when the blood was leaving my body I felt all the sins I ever made were too. "Bye life" I wispered weakly, "i might just miss you" I say before everything goes white. Next thing I know I feel like im floating, higher and higher I could hear my name being called, "macey, macey" Heaven was calling me, I knew I would belong up here. I would fit in, for once.