Hello everyone! That video has nothing to do with the book, I just like it. This story is strictly a tester. Comment and vote if you would like this to become an ongoing book. Thank you and enjoy ; )

Jack

Why? Why am I still here? Why didn't it work? It hurts so bad, but what is stopping me from leaving? What do I need to do to leave this dreaded place?

I pulled out the knife from my thigh and threw it out of the bathtub, making sure that I wouldn't be able to grab it again. I eyed the large slit in my leg, gently pulling at the sides to see how far the knife had gone in.

The pain was spreading to my ankles and stomach. I rolled my head back in agony. "AAAAARRR-JUST LET ME DIE ALREADY!" I yelled pounding my fist on the wall of the tub.

I glanced over to the folded up envelope, the last letter I would ever write. My suicide letter. The contents of that letter would explain my mood changes, anxiety, my sudden urge to be alone, and all of my other a thousand problems. I remember writing one before, throwing it away because I didn't want to cry my little twenty-year-old eyes out. I remember every word in this letter. I could recite it like the back of my hand.

Dear family and friends,

I love you all very dearly. These past few years I've been severely depressed, to the point where I almost killed myself. But I held on for you guys.

If your reading this I've succeeded, obviously. Don't worry about me, though. I'm in a better place. I've left my misery filled life. Its not your fault. Its mine. I choose this, no one else made me feel like I had to do this or pushing me towards it.

I would like you to burn me, put me on the fireplace. I want to be here. In this house. Watching over you. I want you to tell my fans. Thank you for helping me and my will to live. It was fun while it lasted.

I love you,

Sean

P.s. me and singe broke up a year ago.

There was another letter addressed to Mark.

Mark,

If you read the letter addressed to my family and friends, I don't need to say alot. I love you very, very much. You were always there for me. You were always there to help me out when I needed it most.

Mark, I've been hiding this from you for along time. For almost two years actually. I broke up with singe, not because I didn't love her. I broke up with her because I was gay. I never told anyone. And I expect you to do the same. The fact that I was gay, not knowing how you, my family, or others would take it, made the depression worse and I got anxiety.

Mark, You made me realize that I wasnt straight. Your heterosexual and you have a girlfriend. Im homosexual and in love with you.

Good bye Mark,

Sean

Then, as the pain took over my body, I started to see black. The door opened to the bathroom and I heard a gasp before I lost all sight of light.

So, did you like it? It was fun to write ( like I didn't enjoy writing it but I feel like I did good ). Let me know down below in the comments and vote if you want more. All corrections are greatly appreciated. Bye bye!