Warnings: Suicidal Attempts and Depression, Severe bullying.

Maybe they were right.

Maybe I'm hopeless.

Worthless.

Nothing at all.

The way she looks at me, as if we were never friends, as if I'm a nerd, a loser, not worthy of her.

Maybe she's right.

The way he looks at me, as if I'm the worst thing that happened to him.

Maybe I am.

Mum said Hogwarts would be fun.

Dad just nodded.

But I know mum was wrong.

Hogwarts breaks you.

That's what I think as I pull the knife out of the drawer.

Everybody hates me.

It's true.

Lucy said so.

Frank tried comforting me. I told him I was fine. I know he's desperate to see his stupid girlfriend. She hates me.

Everybody does.

Maybe that's what I'm thinking as I slowly drag the knife down my wrists.

Nobody cares anymore.

Nobody. Nobody cares.

I'm done for.

I'm thinking this as the blood drains out of me.

Then Frank bursts in, people scream, they try to heal me, Louis begs me to stay with him.

Begs.

Then everything goes black and I wonder if this was wrong.