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She was in her junior year of college, still living in the same place she had been since getting kicked out of her dorm. As she lay on her bed in the dark, she listened to the emptiness of the house. Her two roommates were far too busy living their fantastic lives, (well fantastic in comparison to hers), to hang out with her anymore. Feeling lonesome and worthless, she goes into the bathroom, planning on becoming numb.
She rolled up her black sleeve exposing her pale and damaged arm. Cuts ran up the entire thing, some old some new. Dragging a razor blade across her wrist, she winced as the cold metal sliced through the layers of her flesh. When she's satisfied, there are three new lacerations oozing scarlet rivers of blood that drip onto the white tiles below. However, she no longer feels pain, only ecstasy. Laughing as the endorphins cloud her brain, she pressed an already bloodstained washcloth against her skin, waiting for the blood to stop, but it doesn't. This time she's cut too deep, unintentionally hitting a vein. Before long, she's lost too much blood and passes out on the bathroom floor. Unfortunately, there's no Paige to walk in on her this time.
Ironically, it was Paige who'd found her, though it was three hours too late, laying face up in a pool of semi-dried blood, her sleeve still rolled up revealing the scars, scabs, and the newest cuts that had taken her life. Dropping to her knees Paige cried her heart out for the girl she once loathed. She'd saved this girl before, but this time there was nothing she could do.
Her funeral was small and simple. Her friends had all pitched in to help pay, seeing as they were the only family she had left. Her father had never come back from war and as a result, her mom drank herself to death. She watched it from above.
The day was warm yet kind of cloudy, her favorite kind of weather. Marco, her best friend since grade 9, delivered the eulogy. Her other best friend, the former "goth girl" Ashley Kerwin, cried hysterically. Her on again off again boyfriend Jimmy Brooks tried his hardest to console her. Many people were also crying, among them were Craig Manning, a guy she'd crushed on for so long, until he followed his rockstar destiny and got addicted to coke, her former boyfriend and editor Jesse, Paige, who had been crying for a week solid, even tough chick Alex Nuñez had shed some tears. It made her feel cared about, even if no one had shown it. After the priest had said a few prayers, they lowered the white casket into the ground.
People walked by the open hole with messages. Some people saying "I'll miss you. Some saying "Goodbye." and finally, for the first time in a long time, someone says "I love you." It was Sean Cameron, the boy she had loved, the boy who had abandoned her. It's funny how he only had enough courage to face her after she'd died.
Her death certificate had declared her untimely death a suicide, but that wasn't the case. No one would ever know that Ellie Nash had died by accident; doing something she'd done hundreds of times before.