I ran. Ran as fast as I could to get away from that parking lot. That school. That boy who was once everything to me. I was angry. I felt betrayed, and worse I felt stupid for not being able to handle the pain. I once thought I was strong, but now I could see that was fake. I once wore my heart on my sleeve and look where that got me, popping pills trying to numb myself in any way possible. When I got home and didn't see my mom's Mustang in the driveway I went to my room and slammed the door before my knees went weak and I collapsed in front of it. I was shaking and needed to blur my mind from everything screaming at me, so I swallowed a few pills and waited for them to kick in. When they didn't I just popped a few more. No big deal, I've done it before. My mind began to blur but I still felt the pain in my heart. I went to my bed reached under and pulled out a small silver box. Inside I pulled out a razor blade and just stared at it. I Brought the tip to my wrist and dug in a little. I could feel the drop of blood pool under the tip before I felt it warmly trickle down my arm. I didn't do much more because I could feel my mind becoming fuzzy. My body convolsed then tensed as I fell to the floor. Unable to breathe, gasping for air I couldn't seem to find. Then I felt myself fall into a deep peaceful sleep as my heart ceased to beat and my eyes fluttered shut. The pain was over.