The Diary Of My Life

This is where, my friends, it ends

//AUTHORS NOTE//
\\Hi! Sorry I've not been uploading! This story's a mess and I don't think this story has anymore hope, so I'm gonna fast forward it to errr.... near the end. I still have another chapter after this, I think. So, hope u enjoy this story so far, all comments, hate, tips, references and puns are allowed, feel free to spam my notifications. Now... ON WITH THE NEAR ENDING THING!\\

Present
Mitch's head drooped. Oh, is little Mitchy sleepy? Mitch looked back up with tired eyes, blood-shot eyes. This... This brings me back to my suicide.

Flashback
This is it. I left the note on my nightstand thingy, I forgot. I just went to the pharmacy to get 3 bottles of pills, assuming 2 bottles won't kill me. Hazel... she's still in that stupid coma. If she dies, I guess I'll meet her in heaven then... My last moments... I screamed, shouted, howled, cried, scratched and fell on the floor exhausted, tired with a sore-fucking-throat from all the stress put on my voice box or whatever Science there is, I don't give a fuck. I took out my razor, cut deep into my skin, this time, blood didn't dot the wound, it bled out, drop by drop. I collapsed, dizzy from the loss of blood, which is still oozing out from my cuts, or should I say dripping out or flowing out. I used the last of my strength and crawled towards my bed, pulled myself up and laid down, finding my comfy spot. Yah, I know I'm dying and all but I want to die comfortably. My arms hung loosely. Maybe I didn't need the pills at all... No. I grabbed my pills, opening each and every one of them and dump them into my mouth. I swallowed the bitter pills, my head spinning. I felt my eyelids grow heavy, an invisible thread tugging at me, wanting me to drift off and find what is out there in the darkness. Spots appeared in my vision and my breathing quickened. I gladly allowed myself the slip off into the abyss, letting my mind wonder before it shuts down completely. Oh, how Mitch would feel, I wish I could see his face. But I guess he doesn't care. Ahhh... Peace... Quiet...

Death...
Flashback over

I shook my head violently. Dammit, that stupid flashback. Mitch got off my bed where my body was, not decomposing. Why? Because I roam the place, my spirit is still here, making sure my body is safe. The pungent smell of my dead body wasn't there, like I said, it wasn't decomposing. Dammit, Science, why you do dis? He left my humble abort, leaving my diary. I'm sure he would come back to say his final goodbyes, let hope this doesn't end soon.