Chase has been unhappy for a while, constantly being picked on by his brother and sister. He can't live like this anymore. He has finally decided that it's time. He lays on his bed in the dark. His room only lit by the bright moon outside. The brown haired boy lies peacefully but, on the inside he is battling himself. Should I do this? He asks himself.
No you're worth it! They do love you! People do love you! You're not alone! Says a little voice in his head. HE rolls over on his side and looks out the window to the brightly lit night sky. It is so peaceful outside. Quite. He thinks to himself. Am I really worth it? Does anyone really care about me… my life?
No! You can't back out now! Says a smaller voice in his head. He secretly knows that the voice is right but, he doesn't want to admit it. He wonders what it will feel like to die. If it will hurt. He starts to think about what will happen after he is gone. NO ONE WILL CARE! Screams the voice from before but louder this time. He continues to fight the voice. He isn't sure if he really wants to die but, he knows deep down that he can't back down now. It hurts him to be here now. You know everyone hates you! Screams the voice.
NO! Someone has to love me. Bree, Leo, Tasha, anyone? He thinks to himself. Soon he stops arguing with the voice. He tries to fight the sleep off but fails.
The following day he writes notes to anyone who he thinks that cares about him at least a little. When He finishes he gets up and walks out of the lab to the bathroom. In the bathroom he pulls out a blade. The blade is shiny and cold. He brings it up to his face and looks at it for a moment not sure if he can do it. He knows what he must do but, he can't. He brings his right arm up and puts the blade to his wrist. He slowly begins to apply pressure and pull the blade across his wrist. Blood starts to pour out of the wound. He quickly does the same thing to the other wrist and soon he loses all conciseness.