My eyelids feel like they have weights weighing them down. I try to open them, but I can barely move them. When I finally get them open I'm blinded by a white light. I try to open them again and realize this time that it isn't a light it's a white wall. I look around and it looks like I'm in a hospital bed. Then, a nurse walks in from somewhere I don't know.

"It's good you're awake, Bebe. You've been in a comma for a couple of days."

"What happened," I ask in a gravely voice.

"Uh... you tried to take your own life."

"How did I get here?"

"A," she looks at a sheet on a clipboard," Wendy Testaburger brought you, but when we told her that she couldn't see you until you woke up she left. Your parents said it's okay for her to see you now, so when we told her that she could see you she said she's on her way over."

"Oh."

I lay my head on the pillow again, praying that I could just fall asleep and never wake up. I don't want to explain this to anyone. No one would understand. I've been hiding the scars and cuts for months, but none of them I made deep enough to send me to the hospital. I don't want to go through this. I look at the needle in my arm and get an id-

"Bebe! I'm so happy that you're finally awake! " Wendy says, happily, while walking into my room and coming over to hug me. When she does I can't bring myself to hug her back.

"I'm sorry."

"For wh-

"Because I love you and all you ever notice is Stan."

I look around to see if anyone else heard and realize we are the only people left in the hallway. I sneak a glance at her and when I see her I know it's a mistake.

"Bebe, I only liked you as a friend," see says putting emphasis on , she turns around and starts walking away without another word.

The memory is like a someone tearing my heart apart and stomping on the pieces. I can't stand seeing her, it just makes the pain worse. I roll onto my side my back to her and try to fall asleep; hoping she'll get that I can't be around her right now and leave, but like everything in my life the cause of my pain stays.

"Look, I'm sorry. I just don't like you that way. We can still be friends, right?"

The more she says the more my heart shatters.I don't know if I'll ever be able to deal with the guilt of doing this to her ever again. I have to protect her by not allowing us to be friends.

"We can't," my hearts to shatter with every word I say, "Now go away."

"Oh...Okay *sniff*," I know that sniff all too well to not be able to tell that she's crying. She'll be fine. She's strong. She'll forget that she ever was friends with me. She'll forget that I exist. She'll find someone she truly loves. She'll get married. She'll have a family. She'll have a happy life. And it doesn't matter if I'm there or not. I've only ever caused her trouble and pain. She shouldn't have to deal with me. Her life would be better if I wasn't in it...just like it would to for everyone else. I'm not even close to the picture perfect daughter that my parents want me to be. I'm just a disappointment to everyone. There and my life would be so much better if it just died.

I pull the bag down for where the nurse put it and put it on the floor. When I see the blood start to go down the tube. When I start to pass out the monitor starts beeping and the nurse comes rushing in. right before I slip completely in unconsciousness I see her pick up the bag and call the other nurses in.

Time Skip

My eyes start to open slightly and as I go to rub them I realize I can't move my wrists. I open my eyes completely and see that they're strapped to the bed so I can't move them. I move my gaze up to where a new IV is and a huge bruise.

I hate whoever just won;t let me die already.