**Okay, so this is based off a fanfic I wrote in February. Originally, it was a one-shot, but I'm expanding it to get a fuller view of what really happens in the suicidal world (I once was one, so I know what it's like). Please review**

"Life isn't what it's thought up to be," Natalie wrote one day in her diary. "When I was in 8th grade, my life wasn't the berries-n-crème it is now. Actually, it never was, but it's better now than it was then. Nobody in the whole fucking universe can relate to the story that I have. Death is lonely. Death is serious. Death is what I wanted when I was in 8th grade. Can anyone understand me other than the author?"

The author shrugged. "Hey," she said. "Shut it. I gave you your voice and I can take it away just as easily."

"Okay, okay. So, anywho, 8th grade. I dread to remember that awful time. Everyone looked at me as nerd, freak, retard or ugly, or they didn't say anything at all. It's hard to know that you were once not liked. I should've known that all along. Let me start this story from the beginning…"

**PS: most of the future chapters will be flashback**