Dear Diary

Day 14

Dear Diary,

I don't think I can do this anymore. It's too much for me too handle. It's tearing me apart. Seeing Harry get beaten because of me, I completely hate it. Why is life so hard? Is it supposed to be this hard?

I ate at lunch today by myself. Liam and Niall left else where. I told them to. They were getting hate just for sitting with me. So I sent them off. Liam, again, told me that 'I'll get through this'. I really hope so.

I went to my counselor. Nothing new. Same as always. Fake smile. Fake laugh. Pretend to be doing fine. And then I'm off back home after an hour.

I got home and put my ear buds on, music blasting through them. I walked to my bathroom and pulled out the small, shiny blade. I placed it against my wrist. I swiped and blood quickly fell. Hopefully I hit a major vein or something so that I can leave this place. Blood poured, falling onto the white sink.

I filled up the bathtub and got in. I grabbed the blade again and swiped. Cutting my wrist like it was paper. I was losing a lot of blood. I drop the blade down to the floor, blood dripping from it. I stayed in the cold water. Maybe I'll die here. Maybe.

-Louis T.