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Before you read this, you should know that some things in here are true, they're part of my life. The suicidal attempts, my mother being disappointed because I hate my stepfather, the things my stepfather said, the brush (you'll get it when you read it), my friends and family calling me a psychopath, the anxiety attacks... those things are true. Just wanted you to know... If you want to talk to me, you can send me a note and I'll be glad to respond you. Thanks for the support ^^

As I arrive at home, my mother looks at me. As always, she's disappointed.
"How many times have I told you to not say bad things about your stepfather? He has been 11 years living with us, and you still hate him!!" she yells as she slaps me. A tear runs down my cheek.
"He told me that I had no friends, that I was going to die alone! Isn't that enough to hate him?!"
"He never tell you that, you're just insane! Get out of here, NOW!!" she yells and grabs my arm, throwing me out. "And I don't want to see your stupid face here anymore" she closes the door. I have no home now... I then remember the Pizzeria. I may go there...
As I walk, the cold air of winter makes me freeze. I didn't even get to grab a jacket or something before she pulled me out. I hate my life...
I enter the Pizzeria: the warm air hits me and I feel safer and happier. Then, my best friend Bonnie comes and hugs me.
"What are you doing without a jacket? You're going to freeze out there!" he laughs as he brings me a coat. He smiles affectionally at me.
"Thanks Bonnie. I can always count on you"
"Of course you can, dear!" I start crying. I can't hold it in anymore... "What's wrong? Why are you crying, little girl?"
"M-my mother... she..."
"Yeah, your stepfather always makes her hate you. But the real bad person is him. Come, I'm going to give you a cup of hot chocolate, so you feel better. Alright?"
"Y-yes... *sob*... thanks"
"No problem dear. Let's go to the kitchen" As he grabs my hand softly, he leads me to the kitchen. It smells to pizza, but it doesn't make me hungry. I'm too sad and anxious...
"I'll come back right now. Just give me a minute. Stay here, okay?" he whispers as he lets me go. I nod, and he walks away. I start crying again, this time louder. I want no more pain... no more pain... I see a knife in the kitchen. A pretty, sharp knife. It seems like it's just waiting for me to use it... Then, I remember all the anxiety attacks I had, and that my mother didn't believe they were true. I remembered all the times people (even my own friends or family) called me insane, mad, crazy, psychopath. I remembered all the times I cried. All the times...
I grab it and run away to the bathrooms. I close the door and pull out the knife. I start to peel the skin of mi right leg. I did that before, but with a brush. It didn't bleed that time. But now it will...
"No... m-more.... pain..." I sob. I keep peeling my leg until it bleeds so much that I feel dizzy. Then, with the knife full of blood, I stab my stomach several times. I cough blood, a lot of blood. Tears and blood run down my neck. "N...no....mo.....re......p-pa.....in......." I finally whisper. I smile for the last time, and vanish into the light.

-Bonnie's P.O.V.-
When I come back with the cup on my paws, (y/n) not there anymore. Where did she go? I start searching for her, and ask the other animatronics if they saw her.
"Aye! I think she went to the bathrooms mate" Foxy responds.
"Thanks Foxy"
"No problem, lad!" As I go to the bathroom, I fear the worst. When I see the bathroom door, I see it normal. But when I look down, I see blood. I gasp and enter the little room. I see her laying there, in a pool of blood. I start sobbing, because I can't cry. But if I could, I would be crying a river of tears.
"(y/n)... what....did y-you...do?" I sob. She opens one eye, and I gasp.
"N....no m....more.....pain...." she coughes a lot of blood. How could this happen?
"Come on, darling. I'm going to grab you and help you get to the hospital"
"N....no... *cough*.... I....want....to......d-die.....p-please....." she whispers. I sob even more.
"Please, don't say that.... we can do this! Together, remember?"
"Bye....bye......B-Bonnie.... *cough*..... I l-love....you....." she whispers as she closes her eyes and smiles faintly.
"I love you....too....(y/n)...." I whisper, and kiss her cheek. "I'm so sorry...... I couldn't save you...."