I star at the note. What to write. I pick up the purple gel pen and uncap it. I place it on the lined paper.

Dear World,

Lets list off the bad things that happened to me after I wrote my last suicide note.

-I caused my sisters death

-I had to go to school

-I almost bleed to death several times

-Lafayette died

-I was raped by James Reynolds

-The Schuyler Pamphlet

-Angelina Died

So maybe a few good things happend, but the cons out weigh the pros.

Aaron I want to thank you. Thank you for everything.

The Washingons thank you for opening up your home to me.

I'm going to see Lafayette, Eliza, Angelica, everyone.

Raise a glass to freedom,

Peggy Schuyler.

I signed my name and hid the note. The Washington's came to pick me up when I was discharged from the hospital. I swiped a pull bottle to use as overdose.

When we for home Aaron came into my room he say down.

"Peggy Lafayette loved you." he said, "He just didn't know how to say it. But..." I ran in to hug him. A paper fell out of my pocket.

No. Not the suicide note.

He picked it up, read it, and then grabbed me and marched me to Mr Washington.

"Dad. I don't care what she says. She needs help. Please get help for her. Please" he sobbed. I hung my head. Mr Washington read the suicide letter. He rushes up to me and scooped me into a tight hug.

"I don't care what you say in getting you a therapist." he said. He then picked me up, walked me to his car and buckled me in  the seat. He drive off to the therapy place.