It made front-page headline news, was all over the TV... Everyone knows what you've done...
You tried to hang yourself, shoot yourself, jump off a bridge, jump off a building, took a bottle of pills, cut up your arms and neck, filled your bathtub up with water and let yourself fall asleep, or whatever else you could think of to end your personal suffering.
And everyone knows it didn't work.
For one reason or another, you're still alive today, after an extended stay in the Intensive Care Unit. Now you have to go back to the life you tried so desperately to escape. Back to your family that may never understand. All they have is questions. You have no answers anymore. At least none they'd want to hear.
Worse yet, back to school. School and its students, and its gossip, and labels. What will your label be now? Even before this, your wore a label. Whatever your label; Techie, Artist, Scene Girl, Foreign Exchange Student, Jock, or just plain Preppy it helped you appear normal.
But there is nothing normal about you is there?
Only you would know how find others like you. Others with desire for death as strong as your own. No one would expect the six to even be acquainted, so different they seemed. They were are, more alike than anyone knew. Why else would six teens with nothing in common but thier school try to kill themselves around the same time?
Simple, they made a pact....
Now that pressure is on them. Will they keep to the pact and try to off themselves yet again? After all, they've been suicidal for years. And what of thier friends who now find themselves at a lost? What are they supposed to do? How are they to help, is this even thier problem? Is a friendship with someone like that even worth trying to save? If the Six were holding in that kind of trumoil, what kind of buggage to thier so-called normal friends keep in the basements of thier lives?
...Only you know...
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