*one week later*
Sara's POV
The hospital said I wasn't a serious issue and I didn't need to stay for six months.

I walk into the day room. I sit down and eat breakfast. After breakfast, we had our first group, goals group. I read my worksheet and answers out loud.

"Any physical problems? No."

"Three positive things about myself? I'm fun, pretty and smart."

"I am here because I attempted suicide."

"Any appointments, visitation, or discharge? I am being discharged today."

"My goal for today is to get out of here and never come back."

I will accomplish my goal by using my coping skills, talking to someone and staying positive."

"Two of my coping skills are writing and singing."

"And if I could visit any made-up world, I would visit Holloween town from the Nightmare Before Christmas"

These were my goals for the day.

During our ten minute break from the group, the nurse walks into the room, "Sara, were ready for you." A smile appears on my face.

I walk downstairs with my stuff. I quickly notice my mom and Luke. I run up to my mom and hug her tight. Ignoring Luke.

"What no hug for me?" I ignored what he said since I was still mad at him.

We walk to the car. My mom tried to get me to talk to Luke, but I ignore her.

We walk into the house and I head straight upstairs to my room.

As I put my clothes away, Luke lays on my bed, "are you still mad at me?" Luke asked. I nod my head. "Look, I was forced, she kissed me, I didn't kiss back." My eyes widen, "That's not what Allie told me. Allie said you forced her and you asked if you could kiss her."

"You believe your enemy?" Luke asked me. I toss him the note, "Didn't you write this! I fucking loved you!" I ran out of my room crying.

Luke's POV
I open the note that she gave me.

Dear Sara,
I hope you die. I never liked you. I just felt sorry for you not having anyone. I really like Allie, she is way prettier and skinnier than you. I hope that when you get out of the hospital, you try suicide again and you are successful. I have unfollowed you on twitter and Instagram. I also deleted and blocked your number.

The boys and I hope you have a horrible life in hell

Sorry not sorry, Luke x

I didn't write this.

It's not my handwriting.

I call Allie, a few rings later, she picks up.

"Hey, Luke!" I can tell she's happy that I'm calling, but I'm not happy.

"I fucking hate you!" I yell through the phone.

"And why is that?" She asked

"This note you wrote to Sara, claiming I wrote it!" I yell.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." She sounds 'confused'

I hang up the phone.

I run to the bathroom and close the door. I look through all the draws, looking for something. Then I found it.

A razor.

I take the razor and put it against my wrist. I quickly run the razor against my skin, causing it to bleed. I clean off my wrist and put my bracelets back on.

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Hey guys!!!

It's been forever!!!

It's almost over :(

But!!!!

Squeal!!!!!

It's a good ending tho, don't worry!!!!

I entered this book for the #Wattys2015!!!!

#feels

Love ya xxx