Later that afternoon, when I walked in the door...Mom was furious with me.
"How could you dump him?" she said.
"What?" I exclaimed. "He was my boyfriend, it was my choice...and why do you care?"
"Don't talk to me like that. You just made the biggest mistake of your life...do you even know what you have done? He was so good to you. Trust me, that's hard to find, Paige," she said.
"Mom, you don't know the half of it," I said, trying to walk past her.
She grabbed my arm. "Don't walk away from me."
"Mom, you don't understand. I can't be with him!" I cried.
"I want you to pick up that phone, call him and tell him you made a mistake," she demanded.
"No," I said. "I can't do that...Mom..." Tears poured down my cheeks as I ran upstairs and locked myself in my room.
I had to get out. I couldn't live like this anymore. I wouldn't. I wouldn't do this...I can't relive that night over and over and over. I was so exhausted...I hadn't slept in days, I hadn't eaten in days. I had to find an escape. I looked around the room...and my eyes fell on my letter opener.
As I clenched the sharp object in one hand, I held out the other. I couldn't live like this...I had to die. And that was what I was going to do. Tears streamed down my face as I brought it down on my wrist, gritting my teeth at the pain.

I woke up and I was surrounded by white. My first thought was...oh my god, I'm dead. Then I made out shaped and figures and realized it was a hospital room.
"Paige...are you okay?" someone asked, rushing to my side. I realized it was Dylan.
I closed my eyes and swallowed. "What happened?"
"After you ran upstairs...I went to check on you. Your door was locked and you wouldn't answer...so I got worried and went through the bathroom. That's when I found you...Paige...why did you try to kill yourself?"
"I can't live like this! I can't live with the flashbacks...and the nightmares, and I can't live always looking over my shoulder," I swallowed my tears.
"Paige," Mom said, coming to my side. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to pressure you."
"Its not you, Mom," I said. "It's me."
A doctor came in and sat down next to the bed. Mom and Dylan stood against the wall to listen to what he had to stay. "Paige, I think you should get therapy."
"I've tried...it didn't work."
"I mean a support group," he said. "If you don't, I'll be forced to send you to a mental institution."
"Why?" I asked.
"It's obvious that your suffering from post-traumatic-stress disorder, and you are dehydrated and you have other symptoms that point to Anorexia. Rape is a traumatic experience," he said. "You need help."
"I can't talk about it," I said.
"Okay," he said. "Then I'll call the nurse in here to get you sent to Shady Pines."
He stood.
"Wait," I said. he turned back to face me. "I'll do it. I'll go to a support group."
"Good," he said. "It will help."

A/N: I made up Shady Pines...i have no clue if its a real place or not. But it had to be called something...i couldnt keep saying 'the mental institution. :) thank you for the reviews and i'm sorry for the short chapter...the next one will be longer i promise.