3. Broken and Alone
Rose hasn't called or texted me lately. I did find out her and Hayes just broke up, and she was pretty depressed about that. I hope she didn't try anything. I knew in the past she has thought about suicide, and staring cutting, but I don't know what she will go to now. I tried going over there, but she had said she wanted to be alone. So I called the only person I could think of. Harry.
Since mine and Hayes' breakup, I have been... well very depressed. I didn't see any point in trying, fighting, loving, breathing, living. I was done with everything and everyone. I didn't want to be here anymore. I had to die. It would do everyone good. No one liked me. No one cared about me. So I figure, why not kill myself. I am so broken, a piece of me went with Hayes the day we ended things, and I don't know when or if I will ever get that piece of me back. I got out of bed. It was already 1. I have been doing nothing but staying In my room, and sleeping these past few weeks. I went into my bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I saw a broken girl. Tear stains on my face. I took my hand and punched the bathroom mirror as hard a possible. Glass went everywhere, and I looked for the sharpest piece. I picked it up, and set in on the counter. I undressed myself, and started the bath. As I laid down, and I took the piece of glass with me. I found my wounded scars, and dug the glass deep into them. Blood starting trickling down my arm, and into the water. I slowly started to get sleepier. My vision became blurry as I kept my eyes on the bath water that wasn't clear anymore. Before I died, I saw him. Coming to see me. I guess he found me. Green eyes, and curly brown hair is the last thing I saw before I took one final breath and sunk deep into the water.