A/N: WARNING: This chapter has a reference to suicide. I do not own any of the characters, just the story!
This is my first FF and I really hope you guys like it. I'm pretty sure that I'll be updating often as long as I have a few people reading. (:
I lay there with my heart torn into pieces. How the hell could he do that to me? After everything we had been through, and he just decides to sleep with another girl? Hell no. What kind of sick joke is he trying to pull?
I grabbed the pillow that was lying next to me, screamed into it, and then let my tears soak up into the fluffy fabric. I was hoping that I would be able to cry myself to sleep but the more I though about it, the less probable it became. My parents, Edward and Bella, were going to be home soon.
My best friends, Amanda and Jenn were yelling at Jacob outside. Just the thought of him made me just want to break into a million pieces, just so I wouldn't be able to feel this aching I felt in my chest. I felt so angry and depressed that it was giving me nausea. I just wanted to end this pain so bad. I knew what I had to do.
I ran into my bathroom and grabbed the razor that I had in there from the first time I had started cutting. To me, the cutting was the only way that I could numb the pain. When I would get depressed or severely upset about something, I'd go in the bathroom, turn on the radio, so that no one could hear my cries, and then started slitting my wrists. Something inside me was telling me that I was overreacting and that I shouldn't cut over something like this, but my brain was telling me that this was the right thing to do.
I picked up the blade with a shaky hand. I put the sharpest end to my wrist and slowly slid it down. Usually, I can feel my worries of my depression slowly fade and my brain would focus on the pain of my cut, but this time, this time was different. I still felt that pain in my chest that I was so desperately trying to get rid of. I needed to try something different. This wasn't helping me at all.
I yanked open the medicine cabinet and found just what I was looking for, sleeping pills. I was suddenly glad that I had kept these around. I opened the bottle and set the cap on the counter. I grabbed a Dixie cup from the holder and filled it with water. I look at myself in the mirror. I looked like a mess. My normally tame bronze curls were now in tangles. I quickly pulled my hair up into a high bun. I looked back in the mirror. I looked like a meth addict. My eyes were really droopy and my skin that normally is pretty porcelain was now a strange grayish color. I gave myself a reassuring nod. This is what needs to happen. I grabbed the bottle and poured an un-godly amount of pills into my hand. I sighed and closed my eyes. I dumped all the pills into my mouth and then downed the water. I had to get a few cups full of water to get all the pills to go down, but they eventually did. I wanted immediate results, but that didn't happen.
I grabbed the blade again and continued cutting. After about 20 minutes of cutting, stopping, crying, and then repeated, I started to feel really dizzy. I held on to the counter to steady myself and stop myself from swaying, but it didn't help much. I could feel my eyes slowly shutting and my throat closing up.
Finally. I thought as the blackness overcame all my senses.
A/N: I actually have an experience with suicide and this is much like my story. I'd love to know what you guys think of this chapter! This is actually a really short chapter, but they'll get a lot longer!
Thanks!(: