Im tired/

Tess's POV

Last night was the most terrifying night of my life. I had a horrifying dream. I was sick of everyone and everything around me, so I decided to kill myself. Aren't dreams supposed to come true?

No-no. I can't kill myself.

I went outside and sat on the edge of the dock. It was 4:30 AM, and the sun was rising.

Should I kill myself?

That question was going through my head. I should kill myself. So what? Nobody, but Mitchie cares about me. It's not like Mitchie is important. My own mother doesn't even care about me. So why should I even freaking live?

I looked left and right. Nobody was around. I doubt they would even notice I was gone.

Heck with this. I jumped in the lake feet-first. I took a long breath, breathing for the very last was hard. I looked at the camp for the very last time and went underwater. Slowly, the water began to enter inside my mouth. It was a terrible feeling, but I had to do it. I was losing my conciousness by the second.

"SPLASH!"

Some idiot jumped into the lake. Please don't notice me.

I was grabbed by the arm, shit.

I got pulled out of the water and I heard screaming

"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!"

It was Mitchie. Apparently she cared alot. She just saved my life..

Mitchie's POV

She is an idiot. SHE TRIED TO KILL HERSELF! I had no choice but to yell at her.

"WHY?!"

She didnt reply back.

After ten minutes of silence, she came up to me, and hugged me. "Thank you." She mumbled.

I just saved her freaking life. She would be DEAD right now if it weren't for me.

All I get is a freakin 'thank you'?!

I pushed her off of me. "Why?" I said in a soothing voice.

"Nobody cares about me.." She said. Sadly.

"We all care about you, Tess. You're just a huge jerk, and you can't see through what you do."

"At least someone is honest with me."

"Come on," I said, helping her up, "we have to get back to the cabin, you need to rest after practically killing yourself."

"Dont tell anyone, please." She said not making any eye-contact.

"I promise." I said smiling at her. She just looked at me and focused on walking back to her cabin.

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"Nate, what the hell am I supposed to do?" Shane said into his phone. He was utterly confused.

"Apologize to her. Apparently, she likes you, dude." Nate replied.

"I freakin screamed at her. She doesn't like me anymore!"

"Write a song." Nate said, calm.

Then Shane shut his flip-phone and sat on his bed, an idea floating around his head.

A/N: That ryhmed..haha.