I woke up.

Noah left.

"Rebecca,

I'm at the pharmacy working. If you need anything, call me

Love, Noah"

I was alone. Being alone was a fear. But being alone with something that doesn't exist, and that can kill you… is like facing death. No. It IS facing death.

I opened the front door to pick up the newspaper.

But I know he was somewhere. I just can't see him.

I felt a set of arms set around my neck. I screamed. His grasp was harder. I couldn't breathe at all. I screamed as loud as I could. But the grip pulled away. I fell on the floor. The door slammed. My panting grew heavier.

Did I just get strangled by… nothing?

I called Katie.

"Hi!!!!" she was drunk again.

"Katie, where are you?

"Where do you think I am?" the music in the background for louder.

"At some random guy's house"

"YEAH!!! WHOOOOO!!!" she panted.

The call ended.

I sighed.

T.V. doesn't work.

And his parents took the laptop.

I can't go for a walk.

I sighed again, " But I can go for another cut."

I checked in the bathroom for a razor. Knifes, shaving razors, anything sharp is good for me.

I opened all the cabinets and drawers.

I went down stairs in the kitchen to look for a knife.

There was another note.

"Becca,

I took all of the knifes, razors, and anything sharp away. I'm worried about you.

Love, Noah"

"Fuck"

Nothing to do. All my plans are gone. Only plastic plates and cups. I stared at the window.

"Glass"

Finally, a sharp object.

I opened slid the window up.

I punched the window so hard, that shreds of glass was in my arm. It felt good. I was relieved.

I slid a large piece of glass down my arm. Then across. Making a 'X'.

I craved 'Love' on my other arm.

It hurt. But it was a good hurt. There was a puddle of blood surrounding my feet.

"Shit"

I saw Noah pull in the drive way.

I ran upstairs into the bathroom. I cleaned my arm. I washed the blood off.

"REBECCA!" he ran upstairs.

SHIT.

I locked the bathroom door.

"Rebecca!" Noah yelled, "Don't do this! Come on! Let me in"

I couldn't.

"I'm not gonna yell, I just wanna help. Let me Help"

More blood was running out of my arm. I felt dizzy. Everything went black. I hope i died. i was gonna die either way.