• Sometimes, I wonder if anybody would miss me if I died. Maybe some people would mourn for, like, a week, get over it, then find someone to replace me. And what about Tyler? Would he miss me? Or would he just find another girlfriend and forgot all about me? Would he come to my funeral? Would anybody come to my funeral?
    Well, i guess tehre's only way to find out, huh?

    As I press the blade against the vein in my wrist, I feel this overwhelmimg sence of calm. The threat of hot tears pricks my eyes, but I fight back. As I press the blade ever-so-slighty againt my wrist, the threat of tears is gone.
    I drop the knife and run into the bathroom, getting there before I vomitted all over the hallway.
    Then, I hear a door open and shut. My twin sister, Angel, must of just gotten home from cheerleading.
    I rush into my bedroom and pretend to sleep. I can't let Angel see my wrist, or she'll freak out. My entire arm is covered with lines of dripping red blood.
    The door to my room opens and I hear Angel's soft steps against the carpet. When she see's my arm she's gonna-
    Angel's scream is filled with terror as she sees my wrist. And as she screams, I black out.

    I wake up to a jarring pain my wrist. I look down and see a giant red stain where my wrist is. This white cast was covering the scar on my wrist.
    Then, a nurse in a purple shirt and green scrubs walks into the room and places a tray on my night stand.
    "So glad you're finally awake!" She says. Her name tag says Amber.
    I don't respond, just stare and blink at her.
    "In case you're wondering, you're at the Citrus Jade Hospital. You're sister-Angel was it?- is in the hallway outside you're room."
    "Why is my arm in a cast?" I ask.
    "You had this big gash on you're arm. You had to get six stitches on you're wrist, and two stitches on you're forehead because of another gash on there. You could have died from lack of blood."
    But that's the problem. I wanted to die.