Escape

He gave me my letter back.I hope he wouldn't tell anyone, but he doesn't seem like that type of person. He seems more like the typr that'd laugh at me.

The stupid math teacher yelled at us for being "rebellious" and not doing the test.I didn't care enough to tell her that I didn't understand any of it. We were finally dismissed so we walk out into the hallway together. I take a turn to go to the library.

"Aren't you going to get lunch?"the boy asks.

"I don't need it."I reply, then turned around and continued walking to the library. It's not like I'm going to need it after tonight anyway.

I find a nice place in the library and take my note out to finish it. When I open it I realize it isn't mine.

"I fucking hate my life.The only small thing that brings me hope is my family, but I know they may be better off without me. My dad left and that's my fault. After he left I started to cut, which is why I always wear my bracelets

Mom, when you find this you'll want to blame yourself, but don't.Its no ones fault but mine. You couldn't have done anything even if you knew. I love you three and never forget that.

XxAshtonXx"

It's his suicide letter.Its short and didn't focus on all the negative, but on his family. I can't believe he wrote this. He's like me, he understands.

I am snapped out of my thoughts when a bag of Cheetos lands on my lap.I look up and see the curly headed kid, Ashton. He looks down and gives me a sad smile before sitting next to me.

"I'm Ashton."he says.

"I'm Spencer Elizabeth." I say.Its quiet for a moment before I grab the bag of chips and gave it back to him.

He sighed before giving it back"You need to eat."he states.

"No I'm not hungry. "I say.

"I know what you're doing.I've done it once before. You stop eating, and just stop caring as if you know you're going to die, because you know you will. Here, call this number if you want to talk. It doesn't matter what time day or night, just call."Ashton says. He writes his number down then stands up again.

"Please dont go through with it"he whispers before walking out of the library, leaving me to think about this boy who I've never noticed, and who seems to understand me and care, even if it is a little.

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