The next day I told my parents that I was not feeling that great and that I think it would be a good idea to stay home. They let me stay but my mom said that I had to go tomorrow. It was suppose to be my turn to drive so when Dylan came I didn't answer the door. and just spoke through the door.
A few minutes later after he left I spent the day just replaying what happen yesterday and that lead me to think about other bad memories and I came to the conclusion that I couldn't handle all this anymore. I can't stay around and continue to break so I started planning how I was going to kill myself.
I went on the internet to see ways to do it. I had some ideas like hanging myself or overdosing but I just wanted to see what else was out there. Over the next few days, I went back to school but I did my best at trying to avoid Dylan but it was hard. It was hard because I missed him. So about a week later I decide since my time was going to be up soon I went and talked to him. When we started talking it was like we never stopped talking. The one thing that I made sure we never talked about was what happen at the ice cream shop.
Even though Dylan and me were talking again and things seem somewhat normal, I finally decide on how I was going kill myself. Hanging was the quickest way to do it.
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Short Story"It was like any other night, my parents went to bed earlier and I stayed up. I did the same routine every night mostly. I close and lock my door, get my pencil sharpener out and unscrew it to get to the blade. Then I would sit on my bed and take...
