I watch her as she struggles.. She's crying. She's going to kill herself.. Wtf.. No.
The pills, the rope, the blades. I can't stop her. She doesn't even know me. Don't know here. I can't just let her die.. Can I?
No! I can't.. I run into the house. I'm to late.. One cut, two cuts, three cuts, four?!? to many to count..
I can't find her phone or mine. She's just lying there bleeding out. I can't help. She gone.
Why couldn't she just have come to me? Why didn't I get closer to her? What are her parents going to think? What are the kids at school going to think?
