Hey yall... In this you will both be in like..... Middle school... But it's a weekend and ya...  Blah blah blah depressing crap. Carry on

Your P.O.V.

I sat on my bed and listen to f/s. It was my favorite. It made me think of c/n.

I sang the lyrics then came the chorus.

I get a message so I was curious and opened it.

There was more than one.

They read:

~you piece of trash
~kill yourself
~you can't hide
~ew. Disgusting
~nasty ugly not even human....
~he doesn't like you
~We know who you like
~c/n doesn't want you as a friend
~such a burden......

As I sit there, tears from in my eyes....

I screenshot the messages and send them to c/n.

He replies.....

"That's not true. My friends are just joking around"

I hear the door bell ring, so I run downstairs and open the door.

A box. A note:

Use this to get rid of yourself! We all know your to cheap to afford one!

I open the box to find a knife. I hold it out to me. Seeing my reflection on it.

'so sharp. Could I really kill myself?'

I ponder lightly.....

I hold it to my wrist.

Slice

Ow..... Actually, no..... I liked that....

So I do it again and again and again and again and again and AGAIN.......

So many times that I loose count.

Blood spills relentlessly on the floor.

I take a picture, sending it to c/n....

~he busts into your home and blah blah blah SADNESS~~~

C/n p.o.v.

'she was my best friend'

She lays dead on the floor.