I feel so alone and unwanted like know one will ever want me. I think of only one way out.
I sit on my bed with a pen in hand and a letter of good-byes. They need to know the reason for this. They need to know that this is not there fault. It's all me and I'm all wrong for this world. I need to conquer my own demons, and now I am.
Tears splash onto the paper as I write the last line ::
Nick I love you, more then you'll ever know. I wish that we could have been something more. But now it's to late, I hope that you can go on with out me. Just remember never look back.
Sara Sidle
I fold the letter and carry it into my bathroom. The knife I take up and slice a cut onto my wrist. The blood pours out and colors the floor. The pain is something that I did not think of. But this will all be over soon.