Rachel POV :||

As John and Lana raced towards the beach, walked to the house. Take that back, I ran. I opened the door, and ran to find a bathroom. I found one, and locked the door. I sat against the door and cried, remembering the beatings, the hatred, and the loneliness.

I cried into my arms, and hugged my knees. I stood up and looked at my red face. My eyes are puffy, and my nose is runny. That's when I have my suicide flashback. I screamed, and fell on the bathroom floor, sobbing even harder. I lay on the floor, sobbing my head off, shoulders shaking.

I remember the car accident, and how I fell off the bridge, and sob harder. I remember my father beating me, and scream again. The door is being banged on, and I hear George and Paul shouting. I tuned them out, and cried even harder. I found my pocket knife.

Don't do it Rachel. But I did. I cut my wrist. I watched the blood fall, and cried harder. I flushed the knife down the toilet. I hear George outside, calling for Lana. "LANA! RACHEL HAS LOCKED HERSELF IN THE BATHROOM!" George shouts.

Lana and John rush to the bathroom door.

I open the door. And they gasp at my bloody wrist.

Written By Chandler.