POV of Emmy and her friend Tessa. (Emmy in 3rd person)

She couldn't handle it anymore.

People were teasing her behind her back more than they talked to her.

She started to cut.

She knew that physical pain would take her mind off of mental pain.

She didn't know it would just bring more teasing.

Her face had turned pale; she had turned weak. Her eyes had lost their sparkle.

"I can't take it anymore!" She whispered, and drowned herself.

Her parents found her 3 hours later, just a limp cold body in a dimly lit bathroom.

She had written a suicide note. Tessa was on her way over to pick up her new belongings.

Tess, you get my journal and my plushies, along with half my bookshelf and my clothes. Take whatever else you want; I won't need it where i'm going.

TESSA POV

I was numb all over when Em's parents told me the news.

I couldn't cry, or speak, or even think. I was dunstruck.

Emmy was a beautiful girl with great potential, and she was odd, but that's just why I liked her-we were weird together.

I found her journal on the middle slab of her bookshelf. It was a purple composition notebook with a bookmark about 3/4 of the way in the book. I opened it up to the page.

I stared horrified at the words that lay before me.

'It's not fair that...

Brownie had to die.

Hailey is close to dying and there's nothing we can do for her.

No one understands that a boy and a girl can be just friends.

I'm lonely.

I'm forgotten.

People always talk about me behind my back.

I feel as useless as a chunk of dirt.

I cry myself to sleep at night.'

These were the most prominent words on the page. I couldn't believe that Emmy could write all this stuff about herself.

There was only one thing I could do to ease the pain, even if it was only a little bit.

'It's not fair that you think these things about yourself.'

A/N So that's Emmy's story finished. Sorry if I made you cry. All names are partially based off my friends' names (kinda friends at least); so Faith would equal Hope or something.