Anna's Pov
The bell rings so I put my stuff away, all except for the little black book.
I see James walking out of the room, so I speed up amd tap him on the shoulder. He turns around and sees me, then furrows his eyebrows.
I hand him the book which makes him even mlre confused. "Read it when you get home." With that I turn my back and leave, walking fast to my locker. I can hear James' friends laughing about it.
I open my locker and grab the envelopes from my front pocket of my bag. I place them in the top shelf of my locker and grab my coat, putting it on. I see one of my hoodies hanging up. I leave it there because I'm too lazy to bring it with me to my awaiting death.
I close my locker, walking out to my car that I had to buy with my own money of working at the convenience store down the road.
It's a piece of shit to say the least. I get in and drive straight to the cliff. It's my spot. I come here all the time.
I grab the Advil and bottle of water from my bag. I open each and grab a handful of pills and place then in my mouth. I take a few swallows from the water and repeat my process a couple more times until the newly opened bottle is gone. I'm already feeling really drowsy, so I get up from my spot on the grass and stumble over to the edge of the cliff. My bag is a few feet behind me and I go back over to it.
It's an LG Stylo 2, so I grab the stylus fron the too corner and start drawing.
I'm sick of life, sick of everything happening to me. -Anna Lisk. P.s. my dad has been hitting me since I was five. Happy birthday to me.
I place my phone down on top of my bag anf go back to the edge. "Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to me." And with that, I look down at my black combat boots then the rushing waters and rocks below.
I jump.
