After a lot of talking and complaining we are finally home. 

We just pulled into the driveway. 

It's currently 5:10 pm. 

My parents won't be home until 7:00. 

So, it's just me and six boys. 

Wow. 

Noah parked the car and we all climbed out. 

Crap. I just remembered that Kyle told almost the whole school about me being suicidal. 

I can't go to school tomorrow. 

It's okay, I'll just skip it. 

Yeah, I can totally do that. Can't I?

Maybe? 

No. I know I can't. 

Because if I do, then my brothers and my parents would ask questions.

Fine, I guess I'll just have to go to school and live through the pain. 

"Hey, Ellie can I talk to you for a second, please?" Austin asked. 

I nodded. 

We walked inside the house and upstairs into my room. 

I walked in first and he shut the door behind us. 

Then, we sat down on the bed. 

"Listen, what were you saying earlier about your dream?" He asked.

I felt my face heat up. 

He put his hand on my forehead. 

"Hey, are you feeling okay? You look really red. And your skin is burning up."

I was at a loss for words. 

I didn't know what to say. 

"Ellie. Tell me what happened in your dream. I want to know exactly what happened." He said. 

I froze up again, just like in my dream. Well, more like a nightmare. 

"I-I can't."

"Why not?" 

"I'm not allowed to."

"Why? Did someone tell you not to tell me?" 

I nodded. 

"Who?" He asked. 

"I'm not allowed to say. They'd do something really bad to me if I told you, Austin. You know what I've been through, if you don't want your girlfriend to get hurt, then don't keep asking questions about it, it's for the best." I said, with tears in my eyes. 

He used his thumb to wipe away the tears. 

"It's okay. I've got you." 

I leaned into him and he wrapped his arms around me. 

"I promise I won't let anyone hurt you, while I'm around." 

But, what happens when you're not around, Austin? 

You don't even notice that your best friend constantly cheats on his girlfriend with your girlfriend! 

With me! 

Your best friend abuses your girlfriend! 

Just like her brothers used to. 

"My brothers will order pizza soon, do you mind if I have some alone time for a little bit?" I asked. 

He nodded. "Sure." 

"Thanks, I'll come down when the food gets here," I said. 

"Okay," he said and then got up and walked out of my room, shutting the door behind him. 

I just sat there, on my bed for a few minutes. 

Then, I got up and walked into my bathroom. 

I just stared at myself. 

I was left alone stuck in my thoughts. 

I started hearing voices in my head. 

When will you finally realize that Austin hates you?

Everyone hates you. 

Zach hates you. Anna hates you. Kyle hates you. All four of your brothers hate you. 

Even your own parents hate you. 

They hate their own daughter. 

I mean, who wouldn't hate you!

Look at you! 

So pathetic. 

My demons were right. I knew that they were right. 

Of course, we're right!

Now do everyone a favor, and kill yourself!

Go get a knife and do it!

You'll help everyone, including yourself. 

Do yourself a favor. 

Do everyone a favor. 

Don't be scared just do it. 

It's for the best. 

No one cares about the suicidal girl anyways. 

You'll always be a loser, no matter what. 

And you can't change that. 

Then, I walked out of my bathroom opened my bedroom door quietly.

I snuck downstairs. 

All of the boys were in the living room playing video games. 

I snuck into the dining room which is next to the kitchen. 

Then, I bent down and slid into the kitchen. 

I reached my arm on top of the counter and grabbed a small knife. 

Then, I slid back into the dining room, snuck up the stairs, and walked back into my bedroom. 

I didn't lock my bedroom door, because I don't care anymore. 

Then, I sat on the floor. 

I put the blade to my skin and made a new, fresh cut. 

One for telling Austin about my dream.

One for letting Kyle hurt me. 

One for each of my brothers, because it's my fault that I had to sit between Kyle and Austin because I called Max. 

Two for bumping into Ashley and Liam. 

And six for being worthless. 

I watched as some blood trickled down my arm. 

Then, I walked into my bathroom and washed off my arm in the sink, and then I washed the blade. 

I put the blade underneath my bed. 

I'll just bring it back downstairs at some point. 

I grabbed my mini first aid kit and put bandages over the cuts. 

Then, I started to hear voices in my head. 

You're pathetic! You'll never be worth anything. Try to understand that you're just a person. Not anything special. You're just skin, bones, and fat. That's it. That's all you'll ever be. 

I looked into the mirror and stared at my reflection. 

My demons came back. 

How do you not see how ugly you are! 

Your brothers meant every single word that they said. 

From 'you're stupid' to 'Just do us all a favor and kill yourself!' 

Your brothers will never change. They obviously did what they did for a reason. 

Live with that fact.

You have two options. One, you can go and kill yourself right now. Or, two, you can live with your sad, pathetic life and live with the scars that will forever be plastered on your stupid, fat body!

Which one do you choose? 

Those words hurt me. 

I look down at my hands to seem them shaking. 

I look back in the mirror, to see my eyes leaking tears of saltwater.

I walk back into my room and open the window. 

I jump out, not caring. 

Then, I ran.

I heard voices calling my name, but I ignored them. 

I heard footsteps following me, but I ignored them. 

I ran to an abandoned bridge. 

And not The Dare Death Bridge. 

But, a different abandoned bridge. 

I sat on the edge and cried. 

I cried about how I was once abused by my brothers, my boyfriend, and my boyfriend's friend. 

I cried about how many times I've attempted suicide. 

I cried about how much I want to die. 

I cried about everything. 

Then, before I knew it...I jumped.