Letting out a shaky sigh I softly say, "Till the end Frankie, till the end"

~one week later~
Punch, punch, kick, smack! Wham! Push, shove, taunt and laugh. Walking away throwing insults at me and joking with friends.


Gah!!!! Why!?! Why do those bullies have to torment me why!? What have I done to them?!?! Seriously, tell me so I can apologize to those meatheads and hopefully get them off my back. I mean why? Haven't I suffered enough already?

I limp my way home trying not to cry my eyes out. I've cried to much. To much and I can't take it anymore. I need a guardian angel. Someone to protect me in my time of need. To hold me and tell me everything'll be alright that no matter how ugly the world us I'm still beautiful to them. But sadly I don't have that. I really hope this time, Frank doesn't catch me in the act. I can't bear to see his hurt face again. He'll probably be to busy working with Jamia to visit me anyways.

So vodka and pills are my escape. "Less painfull.." I murmur to myself. I'd want blood but that means pain, and I've already felt to much pain to last me a long time. "I don't need anymore freaking pain. I've had enough, too much" I whisper silently to myself hoping no one was near me to hear it. So goodbye my friends. Oh wait, never mind. I don't have any besides Frank. Oh well. Goodbye coffee, goodbye Mikey, goodbye mother, goodbye father, and goodbye comics. I knew y'all well. But know its time to say so long and goodnight. I snuck into my house and silently made my way to my bedroom...

Notes

Okay so I've decided that flashbacks will be put in bold and thoughts will be italic.