Chapter one
I want to die. I don't even feel like I'm living, so what would be the difference?
Suicide.
It's become a "mainstream" thing these days. More and more teenagers do it, most of them because they don't fit in or hate themselves.
I'm thinking about doing it, about how I will do it.
I have "friends" at school. I never had a real best friend though, someone who'd understand me without even telling them anything.
And my parents? I say "goodmorning" and "goodnight" everyday, there isn't any more affection than that in my family.
I don't think anyone would really miss me either. I'm not special.
I "blend in".
Besides all that, I'd like to meet my 2 Idols too.
George Harrison & John Lennon.
I snap out of my thoughts and sit up when I realize my music isn't playing anymore. I walk over to the record player and flip the record.
"The Beatles 1967-1970"
My first Beatles record.
I smile when I hear the first notes of "Strawberry Fields Forever".
I go back to my bed and lie down. Thinking about a painless, fast way to do it.
I drift off into a sleep, and dream of a scenario I read in a fanfiction. It was about a girl in the 50s, who met John but wasn't allowed to hang out with him.
When the dream starts getting really good, I wake up.
I got it.
I found a way.