Feather
My day started like any other day. I woke up, took a hot shower, got dressed, and then went downstairs to eat breakfast.
I was suprised when I got to the kitchen. Louise, Darcy, Pj, Chris, Dan and Phil were all in the living room. How crazy is that for Dan and Phil to be awake at 5:30 in the morning?!
"What is everyone doing here?" I ask Dan.
"Well, it is kinda your dad's birthday." he replies.
"Oh yeahhhh!" I dragged out the word "Well, I'm getting breakfast and then heading out," I added indifferently.
After I 'ate', I headed out.
But of course as soon as I got to school, there was someone waiting for me, as always. "Hi," she said while smirking.
Shit, I thought.
"So, happy to be back at school?"
"No,"
"Well, I see you put a new set of scars on yourself just because of me?" She asks while glancing at my wrist where my cuts were.
"That's none of your concern," I say.
All of a sudden I'm pinned against the wall. "Lauren, why do you do this? We used to be best friends! I thougt I could trust you! What did I ever do?" I plead desperately for them to let me go, but they won't.
I turn around just to get punched in the face. They kick me, punch me, hit me just to try and make me cry. But they don't know that I won't cry, and that what they're doing will be the end of my life. No one knows.
I'll spare you the details of the rest of the day, because basically it was just me getting pushed, shoved, kicked and punched. You know, the usual.
When I got home, there were pillows and streamers thrown all across the room. I was so happy to find that Dan, Phil, Louise, Darcy, Pj, and Chris all crashed in various places. They had probably celebrated too much all day and partied themselves to sleep.
That means I can finally do this.
I walk in my room, shut the door behind me and lock it. I walk to my bathroom and get out a full bottle of pills. Then, I get a glass of water. I start playing In The End by Black Veil Brides.
Just in case the pills don't work I get a knife. I dump half the bottle of pills into my hand and put them in my mouth. I drink some water, and swallow the pills with some difficulty. Then I slit my wrists with the knife hidden in my drawer in case the pills don't work.
The last thing I hear is:
In the end
As we fade into the night
Who will tell the story of your life?
And who will remember your last goodbye?
Cause it's the end
And I'm not afraid
I'm not afraid to die.
Then all I see is black.
