⚠suicide⚠

(Y/N) POV:

   As I sat against the bathroom floor all the memories flood back. We were so happy. BFFs. Why did I have to mess it up. Looking down I make my final decision. I slowly slide the piece of glass against my wrist. Blood started to drip down from my arm making a puddle on the floor. Slowly slice after slice I slit my wrists. The more I put the closer I get to the end. I can hear banging on the door. My vision starts to go black when the door brakes open as the brown haired boy slames his body to the door. He grabs me and starts to cry. All he could say is why. As he's trying to stop the bleeding I grab his check.

   "I love you, but you don't. And this is how I cope."