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Perfect

I was never perfect. My parents fell in to the 1 percentile of people whose condoms broke during sex. They didn't want me, and there was nothing I could do to redeem myself in their eyes. In school, I was good but there was always someone ahead of me. I was number two in everything I did. Until Sirius. When we started dating, he made a point to tell me that I was perfect every single day. Sometimes twice a day. And even though I wasn't perfect to the world… I knew that I was perfect to him, and that's all I needed to be.

Pain

I just couldn't deal with the pain anymore. It was too much! Him leaving me was bad enough, but for a girl made it much worse. I guess he never really loved me, as hard as that is to admit. I just… can't see a point in living anymore. He's what kept me strong, kept me going. Now he's gone. I don't want to hurt anyone, but I just can't continue on without him. He will never know how much he meant to me.

As I brought the knife down to my wrist, I heard him yell "NO!" He held me in his strong arms and pulled me into a hug. "Don't do this James! I'm sorry! I love you!"