CHAPTER ONE
I don't want to do it anymore.
What?
Life.
Why?
It's too hard.
What do you mean?
Every time I try to get okay and stand back up, I just get shoved back down.
Okay. So how?
A bullet to the heart.
Why that?
So that the girls at school will have something to talk about. They will be able to say something similar to, "She always was trying to get attention. That *****."
So that's your reason.
What?
The girls at school.
No that's not really my reason.
Well, what is?
My parents are gone…My sister is gone…My best friend is gone and everyone else has neither betrayed or left me.
…You can still go on…
No. I can't. I have no one. I have nothing. Even the last feeling I had left, my pain, is dulling. Cuts no longer hurt. Nightmares can't scare me. I have NOTHING.
You can still find happiness.
How can I be happy if I can't be sad or feel pain.
But still…
No. I have to do this.
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I grab the gun. I aim for my heart. Yes, this is what I want. I pull the trigger. BAM.
Then it went dark…
(A/N This is more of a back story so the real story should come in the next chapters. Anyway...this is one of my first stories so please commet on what you think and also please don't give stop much hate. See ya later.)
