MARSHALL'S POV

Brianna is gonna die. She's gonna die, and she's gonna go to hell. She's not going to go to heaven with her mom.

I loved her mom. I loved her mom more than words could express.

Her mom was a carefree cheerleader in high school that all the guys wanted, and yet, I got her.

I got her because I used to look good. Then, she got pregnant.

I begged her to abort the bitch. Our lives would be so much better.

But she refused. She would not abort Brianna. So when Brianna was born, it was so much stress on me and Isabelle.

Isabelle never had time for me because she was too busy chasing around an ugly toddler.

But as time went on, I learned the key trick. If I was nice to Brianna, then Isabelle was nice to me. So I faked it in front of Isabelle.

But now I don't have to fake it.

Brianna is dead.

But she's not dead because Isabelle got pregnant on accident and we couldn't handle it.

She's dead because Isabelle died, and I know longer had to fake my love for Brianna.

But Brianna's mouth, and stubbornness, it all reminded me of her mother. Yet I still treated her like shit.

I do think she does dumb stuff, and I always mean what I say. But as a father, even if I hate her ass, nothing feels like a greater sadness than the lost of the human being you created.

Especially when they're gone because of you.

GRACIE'S POV

I went home that day and I cried. When I entered the door, my mom was passed out on the couch with a drink in her hand. Her hair was all messed up, and there was a cigarette burning a hole in the couch. I put out the cigarette and go to my room.

I cry and I sob. Brianna doesn't deserve to die. No one deserves to die.

I should've been nicer.

I should have stopped being so damn jealous over a boy.

The thought that I couldn't get out of my head was: I'm a murderer.

I'm a freaking murderer because my actions killed another person.

I cried and I sobbed, and I felt like I deserved to die.

I'm the one who's rude. I'm the one who's jealous. I'm the blue eyed bitch. She was nothing but a girl who deserved to live.

But now she's probably going to die, and it's all because of me.

Please live Brianna. Please give me one more chance.

ZACH'S POV

A boy named Marcus came to my high school today. He was asking everybody if they knew Brianna Rose and everyone knew her.

I messed up though.

I messed up and I said "yeah I know that ugly bitch."

I got punched in the face. Only once, though. Because he had something to say.

"Well she tried to kill her self and on her suicide note, she talks about her middle school bullies." He says.

This was the high school that all the students from that specific middle school were supposed to go to.

He reads us that part of the note.

"So I'm guessing you were one of the middle school bullies?" He asks me through gritted teeth.

I walk away. I punch a locker once I am far enough.

I never wanted her to kill her self. It was middle school. I can't exactly remember but I'm pretty sure I started bullying her because I liked her, and she rejected me. Then other people joined in and it got more serious and serious.

I can't believe she might die.

I can't believe she remembers me and the other kids bullying her.

I never want to be mentioned in somebody's suicide note.

I can't believe I left such a permanent emotional scar on her life.

And I can't believe I went home that night and cried myself to sleep.

BELLE'S POV

I was at church when the boy I had seen with Brianna before comes up to me.

"Hi!" I greet him.

"You remember Brianna, right?"

"Of course!" I say.

"How is she?"

"She's in the hospital with a 30% chance of surviving due to a suicide attempt."

I gasp.

I start crying.

"How's Marshall-"

He interrupts me.

"Her dad was abusing her. Constantly. Verbally and physically."

I gasp again.

Marshall has always been stubborn and seemed tough and threatening but I thought he was just trying to seem intimidating and in control, and dominant because he knew I liked that.

I always loved a man who knew he was in charge.

Hence, why I got with an older guy.

I hate his guts.

He made Brianna out to be an attention seeking girl, when she was really just hurt.

And I came at her too. He hands me the note, and I am scared to read it. What if she goes off on me, and tells me it's all my fault?

I read my part of the note.

She didn't go off. She mainly talked about my smarts and my lack of type.

I was so blind.

How could I not see that he's an asshole?

And poor Brianna has to suffer the consequences.

If I knew, I could've saved her.

But I didn't listen, and I ignored all the signs.

And I can't blame that on anyone else but me.

JAMES' POV

What the hell. This shits crazy, man. It's hard to believe that the same girl that was chillin with us at kickbacks, is the same girl who is in a hospital with her life on the line.

Damn, life really does suck.

I personally don't think I did anything too bad. It's more of what i didn't do.

In the beginning, I didn't even like her hanging out with us, but she was cool with Marcus so she was cool with me, ya know?

As I got to know her, shit got better and her ass was a part of the gang, ya know what I'm sayin?

Now she gone tho, and I can't get over that shit.

JACKSON'S POV

I was shocked as hell when he told me she tried to kill her self. I always knew she seemed sad and gothic but so does Noah, and he ain't in no coma.

Dude, it's so crazy.

It's like, I just saw her at our last kickback.

And now, I might not ever see her again.

That's crazy bruh.

I feel so bad for her.

Nobody wants to be in a hospital with all those stank ass, fake ass, "hi my name is Karen" bitches.

Nurses and doctors get on my damn nerves.

But on some real shit, she was really one of the homies.

Damn it feels like we lost a close homeboy.

And she ain't even a dude!

KAYLA'S POV

I cannot stop sobbing. It's impossible. My best friend tried to kill her self!

I told her I wanted to come over but she doesn't listen!! If I was there, it would've never happened.

Marcus and Noah told me about what happened.

Over text.

OVER FREAKING TEXT!

It's bad enough to break up with someone over text, but to report something important like that, is crazy.

But I do know that Marcus is heartbroken. Completely shattered. He's not himself anymore. No sarcastic jokes, no party's, not alcohol, he doesn't talk as much as he used to. He doesn't talk back to teachers. He is always late to school because all he does now is sleep. He's always scrolling through his phone, looking at pictures of her.

He sleeps to ignore the pain but he probably has nightmares.

I talk to him every day to try to keep his head up.

I tell him over and over again "she's not going to die, she'll be fine."

But he always reminds me that statistics and facts are not on my side.

But I have faith. I have hope.

Because if I didn't, I wouldn't be able to make it. I have a history of cutting and I refuse to relapse. So I keep faith and hope in my heart and in my head.

I've only been able to visit her once. Seeing her unresponsive like that, makes me sick to my stomach.

As long as that heart monitor is beeping, she's there.

If it stops, I don't know if I'll be able to make it.

MARCUS' MOMS POV

Brianna was nothing but a chica inocente. She didn't do nothing wrong.

She was almost like a part of the family. She made Marcus happy. And seeing Marcus happy made me happy. So I loved her for that. I loved her for being there for my baby boy.

I love Marcus so much and I actually think it's muy lindo that he defends her the way he does.

I have been crying and I can tell that he wants to comfort me, but he's too broken. He barely eats. I make him eat. But he only eats a little bit. I don't want my baby boy to be all skin and bones.

I don't want him to be sad.

Extraño a mi niño feliz.

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