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The Last DayConfusion raced through her mind. The other life was just an action away. She didnt want to be here anymore and she was ready to leave. She was tired of always getting hurt nonhing could be worse than the life she was living. Sure, there were lot who loved her, solely she didnt love herself enough to stay here. All of the pain would stop with just one or two strokes of the blade against her wrists. Tristyn picks up the phone and dials a number she has dialed everyday for the past two years.Hey girl Wendy says as she answers the phone.Hey. replies Tristyn.Im gonna have to call(a) you back Im on the other line.No, its alright. Just one questionhow do you slit your wrists? Is it sideways or up and down?I did it sideways, but you ar supposed to do it up and down on the main artery.Alright, bye. She hangs up the phone and sits for a minute. Everything would be so much easier if I just werent here anymore. I wouldnt have to see her everyday and know that I cant have her. Will everyone understand that I had to do this? I hate to hurt people but I just cant take this pain anymore. I just hope that everyone understands, but at least I wont be here to hear everyone talking about how stupid I was to take my life. They just assumet understand. Emili walks into the room and looks at the girl she used to love.You cant do this Tristyn Ill call the cops right now says Emili.The cops arent going to do *censored* to me Just go pack your stuff and leave me alone You dont care anyway Tristyn shouts. All Tristyn can do is worldly on the couch and cry. She prays that her mom can understand why she had to do this. She doubts that she will.Tristyn lies on the tan nubuck leather couch her mom bought her and reflects on her life and all that has happened to lead her to this low point. Tristyn had always been given all the things she ever wanted or needed. Her mom had always made sure that she never did without. Tristyn hoped that her mom did not blame herself for any of this. There was no one to blame but herself, she knew that, for getting pulled in once again, only to be hurt for the final time.