It didn't work. I'm still here. My mom found me bleeding out in the bathroom after apparently, but I don't remember that. They took me to the hospital, my grandparents were so scared, and so was my mom.
They didn't leave my side at all when I was in the hospital. As if they were scared I'd try to do it again with my IV needle or something.
What are they doing? Don't they understand their lives would be so much better without me? Don't they see how much of a burden I am? Why can't they just let me die?
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When the Party's Over
Teen Fiction**Featured Story on Wattpad Fresh Reads, Wattpad Editor's Choice and Wattpad Profile Mental Health** It was her junior year. And for once in her life, Kat believed everything would work out her way; getting straight A's in school, spending more time...
