A/N- Sorry i'm posting late. Hope you enjoy. It's a little long. Sorry.
Thanks to Phoebe Of Circle Daybreak, FrankElza, and the guest. Also for all the follows and favorites.
And to the guest who said to change the cover photo, you were right. Sorry guys. Anyways, it's a Knife now. And I don't think it's a trigger because we see knifes everyday. It's just the blood that makes it intense.

Key
1. Suicidal Girl (hope)
2. Smiling Guy (believe)
3. Skinny Girl (hunger)
4. Poor Guy (health)

Right when I entered school I found someone hit my stuff down, which went all over the floor. I lookd up. Of course, Socs. As I was picking up my papers, I heard laughter. Everybody just pointing and laughing. I tried my best to ignore it, I really did, but it didn't help. I've been depressed lately because the paper I wrote was true. You just really have to think about it.

I walked straight to English class trying to get there fast. I wanted to finish the paper. I felt like I really had to, like I was meant to. I sat at my saet right when the bell rang.

"Class, take out your essay and finish it. You have until the end of the period." My English teacher said. I got it out and started. Here we go.

Mini Key
Ponyboy's Paper
Ponyboy's Thoughts

Ok, I just have one more day. I can get through this. How would a girl solve this problem. They usually don't come out positive, they come out intense. Lets see how this goes.

1. That girl that was suicidal had no hope anymore. She couldn't control her pain anymore. She couldn't take her life anymore. She lost all her hope one day. She was tired of it all. Tired of getting hit, bullied, and judged. Nobody cared about her anymore. Nobody gave a crap. Nobody wanted to help. Nobody wanted to raise her spirits and give her more hope.

All they did was take away the hope. And she was done. She ran home right after school. As she ran past people, they laughed at her. No one bothered to stop her, ask what was wrong. She was reaching her breaking point. She couldn't take anymore. She ran straight into her room and locked the door. Tears were running down her face.

She opened her drawer to revel many knifes. She started cutting deep in her wrists. Seeing if she could control the pain. But this time, she couldn't. Cut, cut, cut…. twenty- three cuts later and she was still in pain, crying her eyes out.

She then got out some paper and wrote My hope was all gone and taped it to her shirt. She got out a big knife and raised it to her throat. Her eyes were blood shot red and her arms and leg bloody. There was nothing else she could do. And with that, she sliced her throat. She was dead within ten seconds. Her pain was gone, her hope was lost, and her life was gone.

Ok, intense, but I want a twist. Lets see a twist in this one. But a good twist. Hm...

2. There was a day that came that the boy stopped smiling. Stopped crying. And stopped believing. He went to school that day, but without the smile he usually had. Nobody really noticed, nobody really cared. Once the day ended, he started walking home in silence. Which was bad because when it's quiet people think. And usually those thoughts are bad.

He was tired of not being cared for. He was tired of having to live in bad condition. He was tired of believing something better would happen. He was tired waiting for someone to notice. He had tears that started making their way out, but he held them in. What was the point of crying or smiling? What was the point of waiting for something better and believing? What's the point of waiting for somebody to car or notice him.

"Oh, I know, there isn't a point." He said furious. Why wasn't life fair? Why did he have to be like this? He couldn't take it anymore. He was reaching the end. He kept trying and trying to keep it together and wait for a good thing to come. But nothing happened. He dropped his stuff and ran into the middle of the street, seeing a car that was coming. He didn't move. What was the point? Oh yeah, there isn't one he thought.

The car started honking, but was too late to stop. He got hit real hard and was dead within seconds. The driver, which happened to be a women, got out of the car. She saw what she done and started to cry. She noticed it was a guy from school. The one she liked. The one she was going to go to his "house" to ask him if he wanted to hang out. But it was all too late. His smile was gone, his tears were gone, and his life was gone.

Big twist. So intense. I want to make it more intense though. Hmm.. How else do you die...

3. The girl was very weak. She looked like she was bones with skin on it. But no matter how skinny she looked, she wouldn't eat. Every time she looked in the mirror, she saw a fat girl, and voices in her head were saying she was too fat. Each day was getting harder for her to walk. She could barley lift her cared to notice her. They didn't care. She was just another girl. What did it matter?

The girl got so weak she had to stay home. She couldn't walk. Her legs couldn't carry her. She just laid in bed with her thoughts. Why do I have to be so fat? Why can't I just be skinny? Then I'll fit in. I'll have friends. I won't be a fat lonely girl she thought. She then came up with a plan. She looked at the steak her mom left her with and the knife next to it to cut the steak. She grabbed the knife and began cutting herself. Getting rid of the blood would help her get skinny. She cut everywhere until she couldn't anymore. Then her mom walked in.

"What are you doing!?" Her mom said taking her daughter in her arms and getting the phone. The girl was slipping in and out of consciousness. The place looked like a murder scene.

"Why?" the mother cried.

"I w-wanted to b-be s-skinny, I w-wanted to f-fit in." And with those last words, she died, her mother holding her tight. She didn't have to worry about fitting in anymore. She didn't have to worry about starving herself. No worrying, no starving, no life.

Ok, I feel really bad for writing this. Just one more. It has to be so intense. Just one more...

4. The boy became real sick one day. It wasn't like usual either, he was real sick. The mother couldn't afford to go to a hospital so she kept him home. Pretty soon, he started throwing up randomly. He hasn't eaten in the past three day, so he didn't know what he was throwing up. He was really pale, whiter than a pillow case. The mother was real scared. She loved her son for all he did. He wasn't feeling too good. He was real tired. He knew he didn't have much time.

"Mom, I'm real sorry." He cried. He failed his family.

"No, I thank you very much. But please don't leave. We need you. Please pull through." He tried his best, but he was getting real tired. Every time he closed his eyes, it was harder to open them. Soon his brother and sister came through the door.

"You ok?" They asked looking at their older brother.

"Yeah, I'll pull through." he lied. He already knew he was going, but he didn't want his brother and sister knowing. It would be too hard.

"Are you sure, you don't look too good." The little sister said.

"Yeah, I'm trying my best." He said, and he really was. The little brother and sister hugged him.

"We love you." They said. He tried his best to keep his tears back.

"I love you too." He sobbed. The little siblings looked at him, tears coming to their own eyes.

"It's true, you're not good. you're really sick. Don't lie" The little brother yelled, tears coming out. The little sister ran to get her mother.

"I'm sorry. I'm trying. I really am. I'm really sorry." He cried. It was hard to hold on. Then the mother and little sister ran in.

"Mom, it's not true. He's gonna be better, right?" The little sister asked. The mother looked at him and back to the little siblings.

"He's trying his best." She said, her own tears coming. The boy started closing his own eyes for good, but he would open them again.

"Hey guys, I'm really trying. I'm so sorry I failed you. I'm sorry. I tried my best. I wanted the best for you guys. I'm just real sorry. Please forgive me. I really love you guys." And with that, he couldn't hold on anymore. He died to the sobbing of his family.

"Mommy, let him come back. Please mom. I love him a lot. Mommy don't let him die." the little sister cried. She ran to her brother and started shaking him. "Please don't leave us. I want you here. I want you back. Don't leave. I need you. I love you." She cried and fell onto the floor on her knees. The little brother stood there for a second sobbing. He then broke down on the floor.

"You didn't fail. You didn't fail us. Please don't die. I love you too much. I need a big brother to help out. I need you. I want you back please. I love you" the little brother started hitting everything. The mother grabbed her kids and held them tight. They all bawled they're eyes out. The only thing that was good for them in life was gone. They're only hope gone. Soon the kids fell asleep from crying a lot. But the mother stood by her son.

"I'm sorry I failed. I let you get sick. I let you starve. I let you die. Can you please forgive me? I love you so much. I didn't want this. I'm so sorry." And with that the mother cried over her child the rest of the night. But the thing they didn't notice was he was good now. In a warmer, fuller, healthier, noticed place. He was better. Only thing he didn't have was the love of his family.

Ok, that was a little too intense. Let's just end it off. Moral is don't judge. Hopefully they get it now

People have a story. Don't jump to a conclusion on their story. Get to know them. Because you don't want people doing that to you. It's never a good way to be. So that girl or guy you see that is lonely, go talk to them. Share a smile and make a new friend. Because you never know when they might be gone, all because people don't notice them, people judge, or they have no help. One of these days, you might be in that positing and will need someone. But who will come to you?

End Of Ponyboy's Paper

I felt real depressed when I turned in the paper. As much as I hated writing this stuff, I felt like I had to do it. It was my job to get this story out there. Right when the bell rang I ran out of class and down to my locker. I just wanted to head home. I could fel the tears coming. I already knew this was true because it happens to me. And I hate it so much.

I saw most of the gang starting to round up at our corner, so I went to join them. I did a wave and we started heading home. I smiled, but inside I wanted to cry. I wanted to help those people who had pain. I wanted to be the person to get them through that, Because no one deserves I also wanted someone to help me. I know I have Johnny and Soda and the gang, but it's not the same with someone in the same grade going through the same thing. It's just not.

"Hey you ok Pony?" Soda asked. I realized that I had tears in my eyes.

"Yeah. I just had to sneeze, but it won't come out." I said.

"PINEAPPLE." Two-bit yelled while the rest of them started laughing. I cracked a little smile, but I had a horrible pain inside. I felt like I was worthless. I couldn't help those kids. No one could help me either.

Right when we got home I ran to my room and cried. I cried my eyes out till I couldn't anymore. I felt like I couldn't go through it. I hated how the people were laughing at me earlier. I felt like everybody would rather have me dead. But I didn't want any of those outcomes to happen to me.

I wiped my eyes and started my homework. I tried to focus, but the feeling never went away. That's when Soda came in.

"Hey Pony, never asked you how your day was." Soda said. I smiled a little.

"Well, it could've been better. How was your's?" I asked.

"Same. Hopefully it does get better though. Right?" I just nodded. With that he cracked a smile and left. I felt a little better. But would this pain go away?

A/N- I'm deciding to make the story a little longer. Maybe up to four chapters. Please review and tell me how i'm doing.
Whale, until next chapter,
STAY GOLD XD.