Very short.
Leaving Tonight
I sat cross legged on the middle of my bed, facing the piece of wall covered with pictures of my friends, well, what were my friends. I hadn't seen them in a while. They hadn't tried to contact me over the last few months. I had tried to contact them a few times but they were usually too busy. Well fuck them! They don't want me then I don't want them. That's not true, sometimes it is, but right now I want to see them.
I'm not really sure what happened to make me us drift apart like we had. We just started seeing less and less of each other, and then we just didn't see each other at all. I bet none of them were taking it like I was. They all had new lives and new friends, whereas I had nothing.
I jumped off my bed and began ripping the pictures off my wall. "I hate you!" I said as I tore them down. I stopped, the pictures were gone. In pieces on my floor. A patch of white wallpaper was in between my posters where the pictures once were.
I looked to my feet, a photo of me and Trunks was intact. I knelt down and sat with my legs beside me. I picked up the photo and looked closely at it.
"Even you left me." I said. My hands went to rip it, but instead I placed it on back on the floor.
I turned myself around on the floor, facing my bed. I lifted the sheet up that was hanging from my mattress. I put my hand under the bed and pulled out a kitchen knife. I stood up and sat back on my bed. I held my left wrist out in front of me. I ran the knife lightly over my wrist. Then dug it in. It hurt. Blood flowed from the wound. "Shit!" I panicked a little, dropping the knife on the floor. I'm scared. Should I go get my mother? No! This is what I want. It'll be over soon. I laid down and closed my eyes. The pain wasn't so bad now. I began to drift off.
"Bra, dinners ready!" I heard my mother call from a distance. Then that was it.