Callie sat in choir her ears ringing as she mentally tore herself apart mentally. They sang songs for the next concert and a few side songs. After that, she braced herself for another encounter with Leo. Thankfully he wasn't at her locker. She grabbed her math and business binders. She made her way to math. Learning sucks, she had decided by the end of the day. She went home with math, social studies, and science homework. 'useless, pathetic, waste of space.' and many others echoed in her mind as she ignored the greetings from her parents as she went upstairs. She had over 10 texts from Leo. Callie felt like she had no friends at this school. 

The only friend she had, lived over an hour away. A small white and black feline, she had changed a lot in the years it had been since 7th grade. She texted a small hello to her, not expecting a response.  She worked on her homework, about an hour in she got a text from a group chat she was in. Everyone in it was roasting her. 'roasting' is a nice way to put it. they weren't even roasts. 'faggot,' 'idiot', 'slut', 'fat-ass', were the ones that stuck out to her. She sat in her bed, the dark room, only illuminated by her phone. Tears rolled down her soft fur as she clenched her pillow tightly. She needed something to do, something to distract her from the pain. Callie reached for her craft knife. The dull surface felt like a drug as it cut into her soft thighs. It made her feel okay as she watched the blood matt itself in her fur. She set it down after a few more incisions. She curled up and began crying for an hour until she felt empty. 

Empty, a wonderful feeling, compared to suicidal. Hollow, no emotions pulsed through her. She finished her homework and curled back up into her bed. Callie fell asleep, her dreams were consisted of her floating in a black space. When she awoke she felt so heavy, she missed the feeling of feeling nothing. To feel so lightweight and happy. She stood up and got dressed, a white dress with lacy long socks. She wore her white vans and packed a rope. She smiled weakly as she felt her house trying not to shake. A suicide note in her bag. She felt so confident about what she was going to do. With no one to care for her, no one to make her feel like she should live, killing herself felt like the best option. She looked at Leo bitterly as he sat by her. She shoved him out of the seat. "I'm done with your shit leave me alone," she said snarling.

She made it to school, she ran to the bathroom her backpack on her shoulders. Excitement flooded her veins as she got out her noose and tape. She brought a stool and a suicide note. She double checked it and made sure everything was in place. She got ready but then out of nowhere someone gapped her by the waist and took her down from the stool. 

(to be continued! In no way am I romanticizing suicide, this is a real issue that many people struggle with. If you ever feel like this there are many places to get help :) don't be afraid to ask for help, people will understand. If they don't then they're assholes)