Belle sat on the corner of the bed after a failed suicide attempt. She wanted to die. She truly did but was unable to when her brother found her and brought her to the hospital. Her story was a long one. It involved hurt beyond belief. Not as hurt as others but hurt more than she should be. Belle cried even harder at the thought of the hurt. At the thought that her best friends turned everyone against her. Belle couldn't even think thier names. All the hurt was too much for her to take. All the people hating her for something that wasn't her fault. "God kill me" She whispered to herself.
