Yo yo yo! What's up people? How you enjoying the book so far? Fairly decent, eh? Hehe I hope! ;-; I'm doing all of this to channel my emotions tbh... that's why I started writing.... Yeah, I know, lame. But in all honesty, I have sever depression.... you know, cutting, pill popping, attempted suicides, I've done all that.... That's why most of my stories will be about Suicide, Depression, Schizophrentia, abuse, etc.... Because I know what to write from experience. I love you all for viewing my stories, and I've been hoping even more of you read. They contain very good lessons and whatnot about reality, and the dangers of life. If you all need anyone to ever talk to, Please message me. I love talking to people, not personally, but you know. I like helping. I'm always here.... as always, vote, follow, comment, and most of all, ENJOY! =^._.^= "yeah, enjoy!" *Asher* *nudges* "be quiet they aren't supposed to know you're there!"
-Asher's POV-
I'd been in the hospital a week now.
Graham hadn't been here since the one time he apologized..
It was lonely here, to be honest.
As far As I knew, my parents didn't visit.
I know they dont care...
Why should they?
They didn't love me when I was alive.
Why would they when I'm nearly dead?
I bet they can't wait for my death.
They only have to wait three more weeks...
I had three weeks.
Three more weeks until they pulled the plug.
I shuttered.
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With Death Etched In My Heart
RandomI'm that guy you see, alone. The one you call Emo, a fag. To everyone, I'm just that waste of space. No one knows me. I paste this act onto myself everyday, but its all fake..... Asher, a seventeen year old boy, with the worst case of depression an...
