The Best Days of Our Lives

~Megan's POV~

Enough was enough. I had it, I was done.

They touched me one too many times. They bullied me too many times.

I was through. I was hurt, I was worn down, and I felt like nothing. Worse than nothing, actually. And no one could tell I was calling out for help. Pleading for it, begging.

Even my friends, who knew me so well, didn't know the truth. They said I would make a good actress, if they only knew.

I took a final look around my room and at my photo album. Seeing it just made me angrier.

How happy I looked when I was little, because my parents actually cared. They didn't hit me, didn't make me feel like I was sh*t.

Everything changed when I hit seventh grade… and now I was a junior. And I would never see another day.

I knew many ways on how to do it… and one appealed to me the most.

I took the razor blade from my bathroom sink.

I looked slowly in the mirror one last time.

"Good-bye," I whispered and lifted the razor up.

I slashed the razor down on my wrists. And slowly, veeeeeerrrrrry slowly, I felt the life drain out of me.

~Across town; James's POV~

I hated my life. Simple as that.

The only thing I cared about was my three best friends and my little sister.

My Dad hated me and my sister. He beat me, I didn't argue, so Nami wouldn't get hurt.

But then, the jocks and b**ches from school started to be mean.

I knew I was good looking… I just didn't fit in. I was into acting, something that made you automatically "gay" at school.

But not only did they call me that. I was called gay, a girl, and plenty other things I did not want to mention.

And being around Logan, Kendall, and Carlos, people were also bullying them. I couldn't stand that.

So I found the simplest situation… for me to disappear from everybody's lives.

There were many ways to kill yourself. I googled suicide. You would never believe all the things you can do.

I didn't want to hang myself, which would be creepy if Nami walked in. I could never hurt my little sister like that.

I searched through the medicine cabinet in my bathroom. There I found what I was looking for: the ibuprofen. I poured myself a glass of water and chugged the pills and swallowed them with water.

I went over to my bed. It was later at night; no one would think anything different if I went to sleep.

I knew what I had to do, die in my sleep… and go to a better place.

"Good-bye world," I whispered and slowly drifted off into sleep.

If only, if only I had met someone who could understand my pain.

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