Patricia's POV

I will admit, I do feel bad about dumping juice on K.T's head, but all she's been doing is hanging out with Eddie. I can't take it so, you know, I kinda did what had to be done. Whatever, I'll get over it. Anyways, so here I am, walking in London.

I wonder if Eddie and I are okay. I bet he hates me, like everyone else. What time is it? Oh crap, it's almost dinner time. I guess I have to leave London. As I get to the house, I happen to hear this….

"Don't worry about Patricia," Amber said to K.T

"Thanks," She replied.

"Honestly, I don't know why Eddie's dating that ugly, redhead, rude Goth"

"Yeah, Amber is right,' said Fabian. WTF!

"Guys, lay off Trixie. Sure, she's emo, but she does have a heart," Alfie said.

"Yeah," Jerome defends me and Alfie's statement.

"Ugh, but she's just so… so Goth/emo and ugly and fat," Joy said in disgust. Joy, Joy, my best friend.

"Ugly, fat, redhead, Goth/emo? Oh, and rude! Really, wow and you people call me rude, shameful," I sad as I stuck my middle finger. "I hope you people, all expect Alfie and Jerome for sticking up for me, rot in hell," I said, grabbing a plate filled with food and walking to my room.

Eddie's POV

I walked in the room. Everyone seem a mixture of pissed and quilt.

"what's wrong," I asked. Everyone looked at me.

"Patricia," K.T said, showing my her puppy dog face.

"What about her…" I asked

"She showed us her middle finger," K.T said as tears welled up in her eyes.

"I. .HER!"I exclaimed.

I ran up into her room, only to find trying to open a bottle of pills. What is she doing? Wait, is-is that a… no it can't be…it is. A suicide note. Then I saw the real her. Or the now real her.

"Yacker, stop," I said as she looked at my face.

"Wait, you think you have the NERVE to tell me to stop? Well, you know what! YOU AND THE REST OF THEM ARE THE REASON! Actually I over-reacted, everyone expect Alfie and Jerome for being their for me. They saw my pain and no else ever did. So screw you Edison Wyatt Miller, no Sweet," She said. My heart is breaking. How could I have not seen her pain? She opened the pill bottle and swallowed each and every pill. She fainted

"Yacker? YACKER," I yelled. No answer. I grabbed me phone and call the ambulance. Everyone came upstairs and gasped at my one true love. My one true love, the one person who I love, who tried to commute suicide. All because of me…

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