I text Shannon about what I got for my birthday. A pocket knife from Dad, a blanket from Mom, and a book from Naomi. There was no reply until an hour later. It was from Shannon's mom. The message reads: "Joleen, I'm sorry to say this. Shannon was with some of her new friends, and they all died in a car accident. A drunk driver hit the car and they rolled off of the road. All of them were pronounced dead at the scene. I'm sorry that we had to move. It was the best thing to do."
I start crying. My best friend is dead. So many memories. I grab my pocket knife off of my dresser and open the blade. I slit my arm. The slits went from my wrist to the end of my forearm. I repeat for the other arm. I'm mindlessly doing it while feeling the pain of the blade. Blood is oozing out and I don't care if it drips or not. My knife is covered in blood and drops start going everywhere. Cleaning it up is the least of my worries.
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Life Is Pointless
Teen FictionJoleen Adkins, a bully victim becomes suicidal. She has been bullied for years, and now she attempts suicide by thinking that life is pointless.
