My Final Hour

The last letter of my life. My long, boring and sad life, and now this is it....

Dear Diary,

                      This is my final letter. After this I will write no more.

This is it. They have finally got to me. I don't know what I will do now, do I go somewhere? I just... I just don't know what to do anymore.

My Mum said to much last night. Saying how much I should do something with my life. Get a job... get a boyfriend... get out the house. I know Emma failed at her life and she expects me to succeed at mine.

School's got worse. Shellie brought the knife back, then held it to my throat in the toilets. But of course Ashley and Jodie laughed... because they always do. This time she actually slit my neck, I bled all over. Miss Smith then walked in, I told her I 'accidentally' walked into the door.

Now I don't know what to do. Should I run away? Should I still live like this? Someone help me please.........

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