My names Bill. I hate my life. I cut myself every day. I want tot kill myself. but I always wimp out when I get there. I have a good life, you could say. I go to a good school, get good grades, have a nice family, food, and shelter. But it's not that. it's the pressure of it all. If i don't get good grades my parents will hate me. Everyone will hate me. That's why I cut myself. It feels like one day, i'm going to explode. Well, here is that day. I woke up on a Saturday morning to find my parent's and my sister eating breakfast together. I don't feel like eating anyways. So I sit down at an empty seat. My parent's announce that were going to the beach. I don't care. I hate the beach. I have a flimsy skinny pale body. You could say i'm self conscience about my body. Were on our way to the beach when we stop at an intersection. The light turns green. We go. THEN A HUGE OIL TANKER COMES AND KNOCKS US OVER!!!! I wake up to find myself in a hospital. I ask the doctor about my family. He says in a deep, powerful voice "i'm sorry son, your parent's and sister didn't make it." Well that sucks. Your probably wondering why i'm not so sad that my family got slaughtered. Because this is the perfect time to kill myself! Yeah, I didn't even care anymore. I wouldn't wimp out this time. i'm at my house tying the noose when there's a knock on the door. it's the doctor. And in his deep, powerful voice he says the most harmonic words I have ever heard in my depressing life.
"We revived your parent's and sister son" << (PSST! that's the happy ending!
