Unmistaken Love ch:1

Chapter 1: The beginning of the end1

Have you ever felt like there was no point to your life? Like you didn't know why you were even still living, breathing??2

That's how I felt on May 22nd, 2008, the day I killed myself, or tried to anyway.3

My name is Shyloh Lee Willows and I am currently 16 years of age. That night May 22,2008 , my birthday, at 11:49 pm I made the decision to end my being.4

I left a note on my bed for my bitch of a mother to read or do whatever she wanted to do with it when she would finally awake from her drunken slumber. I grabbed a hoodie, My ipod, cellphone, and razor and walked out the door, never to return to this place again. 5

The night was cool, not quite summer yet. The cold breeze made a chill go up my spine causing goosebumps to appear on my pale milky colored skin. As I walked I listend to "not good enough for truth or cliche" by Escape the Fate. What a perfect song for what was about to happen.(in my opinion) 6

I had finally reached my destination, the park. This park had all my favorite memories embedded in it. It was where I first met my best friend in the entire world. I knew when he found out what i've done he'll have a few choice words for me, but that didn't matter he could yell and scream at me all he wants to then, i'd be gone anyway.7

I took the razor out of my pocket. It shined and glimmered in he bright moonlight. How could something so dangerous look so beautiful?8


I took one long deep breath, for it would be my last. I slashed my razor down the soft flesh of my wrist. I didn't hit the vein though.9

Me: One last time should do it, this time harder. Happy Birthday..... to me.10

Danny: "SHY STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"11

I turned my head to see Danny, my best friend staring back at me. There was horror across his face. It was too late, I made the second cut and this time I hit the vein. As everything started to darken around me I took one last glimpse at Danny who was now crying running towards me. I gave him one last weak smile and whispered, "I'm Sorry". That was the end I felt my legs collapse beneath me, my body draining of blood on the ground.12

It was over.