Suicidal

Chapter 3: Harry's POV

"Harry?" AJ says. I must have zoned out.
"Harry, I'm scared you might try to do something, like when I go on vacation, you might try to kill yourself. I don't want you to die, okay. Please just don't talk about how much you want to die-not around me, at least. I-it worries me." She continues.
"I-I'll try." I promise her.
"Come on, let's go somewhere." AJ grabs my hand and brings me to the car. We get in and drive for about 15 minutes. We get out at this beautiful green hill, with a big building near it. It looks like a school or something.
"See, Harry," AJ says, making my head turn to see all the beauty surrounding us, "these are reasons to live."
"Looks like a perfect place to die to me," I say.
"Harry, just listen to me. You're not worthless. You're not fat. You're not ugly. Please just stop saying these terrible things about yourself."
"Yes I am. People tell me that all the time. They tell me to slit my wrists, I listen to them. They tell me I'm worthless, I believe them. They tell me I'm fat, I listen to them and starve myself. So people don't think the same as you. But it's not like it matters what one person says," I say sadly.
"Awwww, my poor little cupcake! It's okay, sweetie, I'll help you," AJ tells me.
"A-and AJ," I say, "P-people say that you hate me and want me to die just as much as them. Is that true?"
"No, Harry. I love you very, very much. Please don't do these terrible things to yourself."
I of course continue starving myself and all that, because of course I don't believe what she thinks. She's probably lying to me so I'll make a fool out of myself and go out looking like this ugly mess. I need to die. It's not an option, it's a necessity. Maybe I can fool her into thinking I died and just run away. I don't know, maybe I'll just kill myself anyways. I don't want to run away, but I'll only be a burden to AJ if I don't.