"Ugh, I wish school wasn't a thing," I groaned. I pull my self out of my bed, and I give a sweet peck on the lips of my Jacob Sartorius poster.
"You're my only reason to live Jacob," I whisper, "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't of been a month clean of self harm!" I gaze into his perfect greenish-brownish eyes. Who knew I would find my soulmate at age 12? I pull away hesitantly, wishing I could stay for a moment longer. I already woke up late as it is.
I carry myself to the bathroom and wash my face. Next, I cake on some Cover Girl foundation all over my face, because I don't have time to contour today, and I slop on my mascara and get ready to get dressed. I put on my grey toms, jeans, and a plain blue shirt. I immediately thought of Jacob. Blue is his favorite color! Finally, I threw my hair in a bun, told my mom goodbye, and got on the bus. (Not) Ready for another day.
My dad died around a year ago, and since then a part of me passed away too. I attempted suicide multiple times since then. I had
no reason to live, no reason to breathe, no reason for my heart to beat. My mom was diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder because of this, plus she used to be in the army. I felt sick to my stomach whenever I heard her cry. It was horrifying. I loved her so much, I didn't think I could ever love anybody, but then I went on Vine one day, and I saw this guy named Jacob...