My story

I looked at my arm, covered in lines of blood. The cuts covered my entire left forearm. I tried looked for more room to place the blade form my pencil sharpener. But alas, there was no more room..... I still felt numb. This pain wasn't enough. I wanted to kill myself for real and that scared me.

The next day at school, I almost threw myself over the second floor railing, but I forced myself to go to the school counselor. I told her I wanted to die, hoping she'd call the hospital or someone who could help me. But she didn't, she called my mom, who yelled at me for being so weak. I went home and slept for hours until a scheduled therapy session. The therapist and I walked outside and I almost threw myself in front of a passing car. She noticed my sadness and was concerned, and rightly so. That night I was going to kill myself. I was hopeless. This is it. It was over. How could it have turned out like this? I told her I was afraid of myself, which was true. I didn't know what happened. I had used to be so happy, and now I just wanted to die because I hated myself so much. She called my parents to come get me and recommended me for a mental hospital. That was the night of October 28, 2014, the night my life was saved.