Clay Preview"N-no," he said, his voice quavering, his lips shaking
"Yes," I said, trying so hard to stay calm "You are ok, we are your friends. Please, put it down,"
"You lied to me!!!" he said, pointing his finger and what he was grasping at Amethyst. "You said you loved me! But that was all a lie wasn't it? You felt bad for didn't you? Well you should know I hate you!! And I want nothing more than to never see your face again."
Amethyst couldn't talk; she was taken away by his words. But she did manage to mutter out something. "I never lied to you, I'm sorry"
"Only because you're afraid," he said. I was shaking, goosebumps were all over my body and I had tears running down my cheek. I was trying so hard to stay calm, but in the heat of the moment it was impossible.
There was no escape plan. There was nothing. I made one final effort "I'm sorry you don't believe us. Our friendship was good while it lasted."
He laughed, hysterically, insanely, psychotically.
"What friendship?" he said. There
The Last Few Letters: 2Suicide.
One extremely terrible truth.
I don't have many emotions right now. Today in school, somebody grabbed my head and slammed it into a locker.
I kissed their girlfriend. I didn't even know they were dating.
I hate myself, truly I do. I can NOT stand the fact I'm different. I don't want to like guys, and I don't want to feel so insane.
I'm going to try something new, something that is permanent but isn't extremely horrible.
I'm back. I just did it, it hurt a lot.
I'll describe it I suppose.
"I held the knife steadily in my hand. Shaking a bit, nervous. Looking at my arm I felt a rush of pure adrenaline shoot through my body. I pressed it to my skin and made a sawing movement. I did it until it was red and blood finally trinkled out of my arm. It was bright crimson blood. It hurt so horribly, but now it felt numb. And I laid back on my bed, relaxing, letting the blood flow freely."
Stupid of me, huh? Not the cutting, I mean the fact that I le
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I've never really thought about death.
Sure it comes to mind, I mean how can't it. But until lately, I never thought about how maybe death is NOT when you're old and have lived the good life. Now, I've been thinking maybe it could happen any time.
I'm in the 9th grade and I'm just realizing this. Pathetic, huh?
God controls life and death, he brings me into the world, he is the only one with the right to take me out.
And yet I still have the power to do it. If I so choose to, I could take a knife or noose and end it all.
Quick and easy.
I wish I wasn't thinking about death, I really do. I wish things weren't so horrible.
But things kinda suck once your whole school finds out about why you have the scars, and about how you don't only like girls "like I'm supposed to", and how at home every day my life is horrible.
When rumors like that spread, it almost doesn't seem like a huge rumor. It just seems like people are finding out the cold, horrible, truth.
And until peop