Who's Fault Was It?

Chapter 1(Grace)

Black. That's what I saw and felt when I took what I thought was my breath. Pills. That's what I took. Too many pills. I knew I was dying. I could feel my body, my soul, me turning black. Black is the only word I can think of to describe the way it felt.

I know what you're thinking,"Oh God, just another one of those typical suicide books." Sorry to disappoint, but this is NOT one of those. My life was good, but I am going to point out that I said WAS good. I had a great family, or at least I thought I did; family is supposed to take your side and belive you. Mine didn't. I also had friends and was on the varsity lacrosse team, oh and by the way, I am a freshman. I had a boyfriend. I was somewhat popular and had a pretty good life.

Anyway, lets get to the reason you're reading this book, well, reading my thoughts. Right now machines are the only thing keeping me alive. I'm in that place,or state, you always see in the movies where you can see people, but they can't see you. It sucks.

Sorry, again. Lets get to the point. It all started in ninth grade when I was at my older brother's football game. He was a senior at Oak Hill High School and was the starting quarterback on the varsity team. All of my friends go to the football games. I was walking to the concession stand to grab a soda when a shady, hooded guy walked passed me and grabbed my arm. I yelled. But no one payed attention to me. It was too loud. He pulled me behind the building and asked if I wanted some. Wanted some of what? DRUGS. Of course, in every suicide book their are drugs. Again, sorry to disappoint you, but there are no drugs in this book, well diary. Yet. I freaked; I ran from the guy and straight to where my parents were sitting. Tears were streaming down my cheeks, and by the time I reached my parents I looked as if I had just watched a puppy get murdered. Yes, a PUPPY being murdered. My parents freaked out and rushed my out of the game, and straight to the car.

They took me to my room, which looks like it belongs to a 5 year-old, not a 15 year-old girl. Let me tell you Hello Kitty and Barbie do not belong in a girl's room who is in NINTH grade. Sorry, off topic again. So, they asked me what was wrong, and I told them everything that happened at the game. Leaving out the part when my boyfriend, Jensen, and I made out on the baseball field behind the football stadium. It was great, he was great. My parents comforted me and told me that those kinds of things happens in high school. After that nothing happened for a little while. By a little while I mean about a week.