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Austin walked Ally back to the tour bus with his arm around her. Austin decided maybe it was time for group therapy and some tough love and to find out what drove Ally to attempt suicide.
The group convened in the main room of the tour bus. Austin, Dez, Trish, Lester Dawson, Jessie. and even Emma. Ally felt like she was sitting in the electric chair, she was very embarrassed that everyone had seen her go to the breaking point.
Austin sat down and told Ally to sit next to him. Once they were situated the session began.
"Ally I guess everyone here wants to know what has happened since the tour left Miami and my show here tonight?" Austin asked. Everyone else just nodded their heads. Ally just looked at the floor.
"Ally say something at least!" Trish said being forceful.
"Like what?" Ally said her voice breaking. "That I am completely embarrassed that everyone saw be go to the breaking point, this last month has been hell, I made a total ass out of my self over something innocent, I sent a half dozen people searching New York City for me!" Ally exclaimed just about in tears. "So tell me where to begin Trish?" Ally said.
"Well Ally, start from the beginning." Dez said.
"When you guys left, I thought I was going to be fine, I recorded songs for my CD, I worked at Sonic Boom, did my cloud watching, but I was lonely, I wrote some songs down about being lonely, I would sit there at night and twiddle my thumbs, I finally got so lonely and depressed that it really started to get to me and sure, I would get texts and phone calls and e-mails but I never heard from Austin. Sure he sent emails and texts but he never called it was always Trish.
Finally I found the only way to escape loneliness was to sleep. I would record, work go home and fall asleep. I slept all the time, it became my escape. Ask my dad all I did mope and cry because, I knew I made the right decision, but it hurt because I lost my two best friends and the man I was in love with…" Ally stopped right there realizing what she had just said.
Everyone but Austin was shocked. Mouths dropped open. Finally Emma broke the awkward silence "OMG I can't wait to tell…" Emma started when Jessie shot her a look.
"…No one" Emma finished the sentence.
"Austin when I heard you were doing two shows in New York City, I wanted to surprise you. That's what I did after the show at The Garden, but I opened your dressing room to find you and Jessie hugging I lost it." Ally said.
Trish stood up and said "Well Ally I think, you should know something, let's talk about this:
Wanna kill yourself? Imagine this: You come home from school one day. You've had yet another horrible day. You're just ready to give up. So you go to your room, close the door and take out that suicide note you've written and rewritten over and over and over. You take out those razor blades, and cut for the very last time. You grab that bottle of pills and take them all. Laying down, holding the letter to your chest, you close your eyes for the very last time. A few hours later, your little brother knocks on the door to come tell you dinner is ready. All he sees is you lying on the bed, so he thinks you're asleep.
He tells your mom this. Your mom goes to your room to wake you up. She notices something is odd. She grabs the paper in your hand and reads it. Sobbing, she tries to wake you up. She's screaming your name. Your brother, so confused, runs to go tell Dad that ''Mommy is crying and sissy won't wake up.'' Your dad runs to your room. He looks at your mom, crying, holding the letter to her chest, sitting next to your lifeless body. It hits him and he screams. He screams and throws something at the wall. And then, falling to his knees, he starts to cry. Your mom crawls over to him, and they sit there, holding each other, crying.
The next day at school, there's an announcement. The principle tells everyone about your suicide. It takes a few seconds for it to sink in, and once it does, everyone goes silent. Everyone blames themselves. Your teachers think they were too hard on you. Those mean popular girls, they think of all the things they've said to you. That boy that used to tease you and call you names, he can't help but hate himself for never telling you how beautiful you really are. Your ex-boyfriend, the one that you told everything to, that broke up with you... He can't handle it. He breaks down and starts crying, and runs out of the school. Your friends? They're sobbing too, wondering how they could never see that anything was wrong wishing they could have helped you before it was too late. And your best friend? She's in shock. She can't believe it. She knew what you were going through, but she never thought it would get that bad... Bad enough for you to end it. She can't cry, she can't feel anything. She stands up, walks out of the classroom and just sinks to the floor. Shaking, screaming, but no tears coming out. Its a few days later, at your funeral.
The whole town came. Everyone knew you, that girl with the bright smile and bubbly personality. The one that was always there for them, the shoulder to cry on. Lots of people talk about all the good memories they had with you, there were a lot. Everyone's crying, your little brother still doesn't know you killed yourself. He's too young. Your parents just said you died. It hurts him, a lot. You were his big sister; you were supposed to always be there for him. Your best friend, she stays strong through the entire service, but as soon as they start lowering your casket into the ground, she loses it. She cries and cries and doesn't stop for days.
It's two years later. The whole school talks to a counselor/therapist at least once a week. Your teachers all quit their job. Those mean girls have eating disorders now. That boy that used to tease you cuts himself. Your ex-boyfriend doesn't know how to love anymore and just sleeps around with girls. Your friends all go into depression. Your best friend? She tried to kill herself. She didn't succeed like you did, but she tried. Your brother? He finally found out the truth about your death. He self-harms, he cries at night, he does exactly what you did for years leading up to your suicide.
Your parents? Their marriage fell apart. Your dad became a workaholic to distract himself from your death. Your mom got diagnosed with depression and just lays in bed all day. People care. You may not think so, but they do. Your choices don't just affect you. They affect everyone. Don't end your life; you have so much to live for. Things can't get better if you give up."
Ally was in tears when Trish got done. Jessie wasn't happy with the story.
"Thanks Trish I think you may have traumatized Emma here." Jessie said.
"No Jessie, I'm okay, but I think Ally is gonna have a breakdown." Emma replied. Then Emma got up and went over to Ally sat next to her and put her arms around Ally letting her cry.
"Trish, did you have to do that?" Ally's dad asked feeling a little mad.
"Sorry Mr. Dawson, but it's tough love I wanted to get it through Ally's head." Trish said.
"Get what through her head?' He said.
"That suicide is not the answer." Trish said.
A/N: Part 2 of this chapter coming soon… Sorry this one got too long so I had to split it up.