Hann

Hannah's POV

It was a rainy, windy night, and I was sitting near the windowsill.

I love the rain so much, it calms me down.

I was reading a book when someone tapped on the window.

"Come in Clay," I said.

"Come outside with me," We went outside and sat on the roof.

"I love it when it rains," He said.

"Me too," I said.

"Hannah, can I tell you something?" Clay asked.

"Sure."

"Well, umm, I kinda love you."

"OH MY GOSH REALLY?!"

It was then that I realized he must really like Jessica, 'cause, Hm... look at that girl! She is so fiiiiiiine! I mean, come on, why would a handsome, strong, powerful, confident, and good-hearted guy like that, like a mousy, pale, whiney, annoying, self-destructive suicidal pig like me?

"I love you for your personality even though you tried to kill yourself, like, five million times."

"Wow thanks for the terrible compliment, ya know GET OUT!" I screamed. I hate him! How could he do this to me!?

"I was being sarcastic!" He said.

"I DON'T CARE ANYMORE GET OUT NOW!" I screamed, "EVER SINCE I CAME BACK EVERYONE HAS TREATED ME LIKE TRASH!" I yelled at him.

"Fine! I tried to be nice to you, but... you're just," He shook his head, "Taking everything so seriously! Why do you take it all so personally?!"

"You don't understand what I've been through the past four weeks...", "My parent have been mean to me and they really don't care anymore." I said.

"I'm sorry.", I started crying.

I wanted to cry, fall over, and die because as things go, my life is a mess.

I have no one to talk to, my mom or dad won't even talk to me.

So my question is, why am I living?

I want to end it all, but I'm scared.

I have some family members who care about me and some who would be happy when I die.

Clay is the only one who cares about me, but I've been treating him like trash.

I want to end it right now.

I went to the bathroom, took out my blade and pills.

I started cutting and then I chugged the pills.

After about 3 minutes, everything went black.

I realized I'd died.

1 year later

One whole year since Hannah had pasted away.

One whole year since Clay became depressed.

clay's pov

one. whole. year.

since i lost Hannah and i became depressed.

she didn't say anything to me before she committed.

i could've helped her, but i guess she didn't need me at all.

for 12 whole months, I've been depressed over a girl who probably didn't love me.

you could be here but your there you could be anywhere but these days i don't even care no more

you won't be showin me love whenever you had too much whatever has been fillin you cup no more

baby no more showin up when your not sober at my front door just to say your alone at night

you're, trying to f*** me and my mind up but it don't matter your a liar and you know i'm right

you say you can't live without me so why aren't dead yet why are you still breathing why why

baby you say you can't live without me so why aren't you dead yet why you still breathing