"Amelia?" Doctor Song called after me. It had been a month since it had started. Not only had everything escalated, but now I was receiving death threats as well. I was a wreak. "Are you okay?" All the teachers were concerned, but these last two weeks I had lied so often that it was becoming an addictive habit of conscience. I could see nothing but darkness in my future.

"I'm quite fine, thank you, Doctor Song." I started to walk off but she grabbed my arm.

"What have you been doing to yourself?" She pointed to my wrists, which were bandaged to the best of my ability. "You haven't, have you?"

"No, why would I do that?" I lied. "I was cutting vegetables last night and slipped."

"I hope that was all that happened." Doctor Song stated.

"Of course." I gave her a sweetly innocent smile, and almost sprinted out the door before more questioned were fired at me. I left school early that day, going back to my darkened world at home. I went straight to the bathroom and looked into the mirror. My once emerald eyes; were now a dull ugly green and had big black bags under them. The red curls had lost their fieriness and was dismal and lifeless. I looked to the blades on the sink and threw them out. I tried last night but failed. I knew that I was a failure, like the blogs had said. I went to the fridge and pulled a bottle of water, the bare shelves proved that everything that was being said was taking some sort of impact. I hadn't eaten in two days, I had lost my appetite. My phone had thirty missed calls, all from Owen. I stopped talking to him because I could bring myself to confess that I was being bullied. I would look like a weakling and be laughed at some more. I walked back into the bathroom, looking into a face that looked like a stranger. I punched the wall, my knuckles instantly bruising after impact. I then proceeded to smashing the mirror. That's it! I had it! They want me to die, then so be it! They will be present for it whether they like it or not. I stormed into my bedroom, grabbing a piece of paper and pen and began the tedious task of writing my suicide letter.

To the so called perfect world that wanted me dead,

If you are reading this; that means I have jumped to my death like so many of you wanted me to. Yes, I read the blogs and the letters and that sadistic page on Facebook. If you bastards thought that this was a big joke, well I hope your bloody consciousness's can bare the weight of a death of a lone person trying to get on with her frigging life with the support that she needed. You just don't understand what it means to lose someone so close and literally be right there when it happens. The weight you put onto your mind that it's all your fault is unreal, and so many people try to pull you out. How can you be true friends when all you do is make up so much crap, and laugh about it later? Well, I'm dead now and you will have a filthy conscience maybe for the rest of your lives.

To River and Owen, I'm so sorry that I have put you through this. You two have really been to only ones to really care about me in this past month/s. I apologise for the pain that I will put you through, but I don't care about my life anymore. The bullies win and I hope that they are happy with what they have done.

Amelia.

P.S. If the police want evidence it is all on my kitchen table, laptop and letters.

I read the letter through again and put it into my top pocket of the clothing I thought would be the most appropriate to die in. Changing into these clothes, I sat on the edge of the bed waiting for the sun rise to dawn my final hours of my life.

Dawn washed down the valley as I began walking to Roseburn High. I arrived just before any teachers arrived. I had the perfect building in mind from which I would jump; prime spot. I would wait half an hour hiding before conducting the deed. Very unfortunate that this was going to happen, but I had given up all hope and just didn't care about me anymore

Standing on the edge; busy morning. Delegations from other schools will be arriving soon. What a sight for them to come into. Oh well, to make a statement, no one cares about me. I climbed to the top of the gym roof with a lot of effort. The letter is scrunched in my hand. Like anyone would care to read it. I take a deep breath; this is definitely it. People are streaming into the school now. Time to end it all. People look up and see me preparing to jump. So many people are screaming. They thought they were joking around; make them see this is what happens when you push someone to the edge and they jump, literally. The teachers are trying to persuade me to re-think this through. Not going to work. Goodbye, you sick and sadistic world. I jump and yet I fall in slow-motion. I close my eyes and wait for impact but decide to open them in the last second. I crash head-first into the pavement, everything going red and black. The last thing I hear is Doctor Song, sobbing, "Eli, can you hear me? Please wake up? No, don't you dare die!" Then nothing.