prologue

                                    

                                          
Troye
                          
25.01.11
                          
3:48 p.m.
                          
I was crying. No, I was sobbing. It was because of the bullies. They did something so bad. And I hate it. What they did is that they went through my backpack and looked at everything so personal and basically posted it on every social media in the world. I hated life. I just came home from school. It was a cruel day. I hated it. I was being bullied as normal, and no one wanted to help. I saw people crowd around the bully and me. Well, the bully and his friends. The bully's name is Ashton. He hated me because I was gay. Because if someone's gay, he'd beat them up. He'd beat up lesbians, gays, and bisexuals before. And I've seen it happen. His friends would hold the ones about to be bullied and let us watch. I wanted to poke out my eyeballs. It was so cruel. Why did they do that? Why are they so mean?
                          
I looked around my house. No one was home. I then ran upstairs to my room and locked the door. I went into my bathroom and took out a small box. It wasn't decorated. It was just black. I opened up the box and unwrapped the cloth surrounding the blade. Then, I took out a sharpener I stole from the garage. I then took the blade and sharpened it. I looked at it and smiled. Then, I rolled up my sleeves full of scars and cut it back open. I haven't used my blade in a few months since it was Winter Break and avoided the bullies. And now, I ran into them.
                          
I stare at the blood oozing out of my arm, smiling. Smiling like an idiot. I was happy. In my happy place. My happy place includes dark skies, blades, and no colour at all. Everything was bland. It had no one in there. I was happy there.
                          
But instead of me being happy, I was sad. I felt so alone. People told me that I'm a loser and a loner. Which is true. I don't have any friends. None at all, in fact. Not even family. My family isn't even home half of the time since they're too busy with their active lives. And me, I'm too busy caught up cutting open my pale white skin. No one even hears my sobs. They didn't care at all.
                          
Cutting wasn't helping, I thought. I put the bloody blade back in the box and hid it. I then went downstairs and took out a pill bottle. It was a random one. I looked at the label. Sleeping Pills, it reads. I then got a glass of water and put it next to me on the ground. I then opened the bottle and threw the cap across the room. I put 5 pills in my mouth and drank it all. I kept repeating the process. I was smiling the whole time. It was a real smile, even though I was dying inside.
                          
Everything went into a blur. I couldn't see the water, nor the pills in my hand. I was drowsy. My eyelids fell down and I heard a glass fall. I dropped the cup. I felt a sharp pain near my thigh. I look down where it was and blood was gushing out. There was a huge piece of glass sticking out of my thigh.
                          
Then, I heard a voice. I screaming voice. Is it me? Is it Satan? Is it Hell? What is it? I looked up drowsily and saw my sister, Sage, with Tyde and Steele. I knew that they were finally home. I mouth, "Goodbye," to them and then everything went black.
                          
14.02.11
                          
11:43 a.m.
                          
I awoken from my slumber. It felt like yesterday I tried to kill myself, which I did. I felt for my phone and picked it up. I looked at the time. 11:43. I then looked and saw the date. It was Valentine's Day. What? Wasn't yesterday the 25th of January? Was I in a coma?
                          
I started to cry since I knew I would never celebrate Valentine's Day with anyone but my laptop and phone. But even those probably don't like me considering how ugly I look.
                          
"You're finally awake!" I hear a feminine voice say. I look up and saw my sister, Sage. She runs up to me and hugs me. Four other people follow in. My mum, dad, and brothers Tyde and Steele. They walk up to me and hug me, crying. Then, the door opens. Everyone looks at the person who entered. It was a doctor.