There was nothing eventful over the next few months. As usual, I hung out with a friend at New Years, and then Valentines Day came...nothing special there. Everything was boring up untill my birthday.
It was on a Monday, and it was the beginning of a really shitty day. It started out when I found out it was snowing. One of the main reasons I hate snow is because it conceals ice, and I fell twice on the way to the bus. Deku wasn't on the bus, so I was forced to sit by myself, until one of the popular kids decided to sit on me. AGAIN. I went to school, and Deku still wasn't there, so he couldn't lift my spirits which made me in a worse mood. To make it even worse, when I got home, my dad was taken to the hospital. So, after I found out why, I went around and started punching the walls. That wasn't my best idea. I kept punching though, until my knuckles started to bleed. Then I thought to myself, 'If any more blood gets on the walls, I'm going to be suspected of murder'. So, I decided to go wash the blood off my hands and then the walls.
About 8:30 my Mom phoned and said she'd be spending the night at the hospital with my dad. She also told me the normal shit like: No parties, no boys, and no friends over. I followed her rules, and I was the only one in the house.
After a while, I started to get depressed which was normal, but this time seemed to be different. I couldn't cry. I needed to find a different way to get the sadness out of my body, so I went into my bathroom and grabbed a razor. I ran the blade along my wrist leaving a trail of blood behind it. The feeling was estatic. As I watched the blood drip down to the floor, I thought to myself, 'No one would care if I died, and I will die eventually, so why not speed up the process?'
I started to cut deeper, all of my sorrows spilling out. Then I saw something apear before me. My vision was blurry, so I couldn't exactly tell what it was, but it's voice chilled me to the bone, "So the whispered one has finally decided to come back to her realm."
I tried to ask who the thing was, but my words came out incoherent because of the loss of blood.
The thing grabbed my arm and started dragging me out of he bathroom, very roughly. 'If I had my Hell Rings, I could beat this guy!' I though to myself. 'Wait, what are Hell Rings?' The thing dragged me down the stairs, and I mangaged to hit my head on every step. He dragged me roughly out the front door of my house. It was late, so no one was out to help me. He shoved me in the trunk of a car, and slammed it shut. He started the car, and I started to get scared. Then I heard yelling outside, followed by the car moving and some thuding sounds.
I was begining to think that I was going to be saved, but then the car took off. I thought that I was important enough to someone that they'd try to save me, but I was wrong. I was just an over emotional teenager who no one would ever care for. It was then that I gave up on living and lost conciousness.