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Jack's POV
Pressure, it's always there like a knife to your throat. It's like your drowning, drowning in a sea of people but while your gasping for air everyone else is fine they can breathe, and they don't understand why you can't? But neither do I really...
That's why I'm back here, I guess. I thought I could do it this time, I've been taking my pills, seeing my counsellor, but it's just getting worse. At school I try so hard but I just can't concentrate anymore. I need to get better grades because what I'm doing just isn't good enough. My 'friends' are starting to get bored of the constant, sitting at lunches not eating, moping around. it's a wonder they hadn't left before, I can tell they don't really care they all just pretend to.
At school people say " you're so lanky, maybe you should eat more, your too grumpy, maybe you should bulk up, get better grades, you have a girlfriend, most people would kill to be you, you're so perfect; so why are you crying so much."
I can't take it anymore, I'm so weak and worthless. I let everyone walk all over me, I hideaway while they have fun and smile, I'm a freak a loser, why would anyone like me? You could easily mistake me for a happy boy, but you see; I put on a fake smile, a façade every day. It's amazing how they don't realise how I'm feeling.
I've thought it over for a while now, and it's not the first time I have thought about it or tried it. This constant pressure of school, my family and society is pushing me over the edge and this time, I can't save myself. I don't think anyone can save me now, not a soul.
None's POV
So... I guess that brings us to this moment, a boy, so young, he has so much more to give, but he feels so alone; he can't take it anymore.
He sits there on the cold bathroom floor, pills in his hand. There's a bottle of vodka to his right; sitting there just begging him to consume its harsh, crisp liquid. He takes out his blade, puts a slash on each scar covered wrist, fresh, red blood beaming at them. He feels a tingly sensation but no pain just numbness. Standing now he stares into the mirror tears streaming from his blank, hollow eyes.
He looks one final time at the note in his hand, and signs it with his name; something he has done one too many times. He picks up the vodka spins the lid twice and it falls to the floor with a 'clink' he swallows the pills and puts the bottle on the floor, before he slips down to lay on the ground.
"This is the last time, I will not fail." His eyes are blurring with tears as he lies there; His life slowly slipping away with every single breath he takes. Many will never understand, why? But he's not attention seeking this is the only way out of this hell that he's living.
" you're so lanky, maybe you should eat more, your too grumpy, maybe you should bulk up, get better grades, you have a girlfriend, most people would kill to be you, you're so perfect; so why are you crying so much..." he smiles to himself as the voices finally slip away.
His body lies there limp, just waiting, waiting for someone to find him there, all alone. Who will it be that is left wondering what could have driven him this far?
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