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Alana's POV
3 Days Later

"Don't do it. Don't do it. Don't do it." I kept telling myself, staring at an old handheld pencil sharpener. I started to bite off this terrible hangnail I had on my thumb. The pain was almost unbearable because I kept pulling at the skin with my teeth, but the pain is what was keeping me going. I was pretty much living for the hurt, because that's how I remembered that I'm still alive. I studied my scars from my previous mistakes and thought about how good it'd feel to reopen them. I bended myself over the bathroom sink and stared at my self in the mirror right above it. My disgusting, horrid, unpleasing piece-of-trash self. My paper thin dirty blonde hair resembles rotted string cheese. My pepperoni sized stress pimples were emerging from my greasy skin, and I haven't showered in three days, so I smell like gym socks. Realizing that there's no hope for me, I pushed myself away from the mirror and took the razor blade out of the sharpener and laid it against my skin. Before I made a cut, a flashback of Jacob and I on the beach played in my head. It was dream I had a long, long time ago before I even met him. (Chapter 3)

We were gazing into each other's eyes. I was admiring and examining his every feature that gave me a warm and fuzzy feeling on the inside.
"You're my everything, babe!" He said. I replayed him saying that over, and over, and over again. At the time I had no idea that I'd ever see him, but now I've been through thick and thin with him. We have even seen each other naked for crying out loud! That was something I thought I could only fantasize about, but I was wrong. And I'm glad I was wrong. He is a work of art, on the inside and out. I wish I could explore him even further.

Wait, there is a 0% chance of me seeing him again if I kill myself, right?

Before I could slice my skin, I threw the blade into the toilet and flushed it.

"You can do this, Alana." I whispered to myself

I stepped my greasy, uncared for self into the glass shower and cleaned myself. While I was in the shower, I talked myself into making this a positive thing. I can look forward to the day when Jacob wakes up from his coma, and everything will be okay. There's no rainbow without a little rain.

I walked out of my bathroom in my towel and plopped on my bed and watched some of Jacob's musical.lys. All the sudden, I got a notification that said Cori texted me! I went to my messages and read what she sent me.

"hey, ik we haven't talked
in a while but this is some
serious info."

I rolled my eyes and left her on read. I looked at some more musical.lys and I got another text from her!
"Oh my god," I groaned to myself. I went back to my messages.

"Mallory is pregnant and
she's not my friend anymore"

The insides of my stomach danced and twirled like a ballerina. Is it my birthday? Because this is some fantastic news. That bitch got what she deserved.

"oh my god! are you being fr?"

"yeah! I'm really
sorry I was ignoring
you for a while there.
they were really
annoying anyway"

"It's okay. Sorry I was
being annoying enough
for you to leave me. lmao!"

"so are we friends again?"

I thought about it. She did me really dirty, but then again, I have no friends, so do I really have much choice? I do miss having her around, I guess.

"even better. best friends."

I turned my phone off and grinned from ear to ear. That was enough pleasure to get Jacob off my mind for a bit.