Chapter 3: Torture
I looked around the whole cafeteria. It's Christmas decorations meant to bring Christmas cheer caused me nothing but despair. Instead of evoking warm fuzzy feelings it brought on sadness. My family never celebrated the holidays anymore. It's like we all stopped caring about each other.
The idea of ending my own life only became more resolved. My own family wouldn't even miss me. My brother surely would not care. My mother would not be around tonight. Might as well do it tonight and get it over with already. No use in waiting. I'd end this torture already. This torture called my life.
The bell for class rang. I gathered up my things and headed to class without so much as looking around. An hour later school ended.
As I walked to my car I noticed the Cullens watching me intensely. The look on Edward's face was unreadable. He gave no physical indication of what could be going on inside his head.
I looked away. Why even bother trying to figure out a total stranger anyway? It's not like I'd ever get the chance to know him anyway.
I drove home in pure silence. I didn't even feel like putting on the radio. I was in no mood to listen to music. Instead I wanted to enjoy what was sure to be my last car drive ever.
There was pure silence when I got home. It was too silent. Eerily silent. I had no other words to describe it. No one would suspect anything out of the ordinary.
I thought about it long and hard. I was trying to decide which was the best, well least painful way to go about it anyway. Something that would be quick and painless. I got my gun, medicine, and knife. I contemplated each way but I could not decide.
For now I put all of the items back where they were. I stepped outside and I took a few deep breaths to try and clear my head. A few minutes later I decided. The gun. The very gun my gave me before he died. That's would I use. One shot and it would all be over quick.
I walked back to my room and opened my safe once again. I was shocked to find my gun broken. No it was not broken. It was destroyed. It was broken, twisted, and bent in shapes that I didn't even think were possible. I didn't understand how though. My gun was fine a few minutes ago! Also no one but me knew the password to my safe!
Oh well. I'll just overdose on medicine then. When I got to my medicine cabinet it was completely empty. Every single medicine bottle in the cabinet had been emptied. Even the prescription pain medicine that I used for my broken arm.
Okay so knife maybe? I went to the kitchen and opened the drawers only to discover that the knifes had all met the same fate that my gun had. Destroyed and unusable.
I started to freak out a little. Something strange was definitely happening here.
Who's point of view should I do next? Anyway please review and let me know what you think.