Gone

WARNING IF U HAVE HAD PAST MEMORIES WITH KNIVES DONT READ!
They wont care if im gone, nobody will! I thought as i slam my door.
"My mom, my dad, my friends my teachers my aunts and uncles they WONT CARE IF IM GONE!" I yell as i flip my pocket knife open. I stand there wondering if i should really do it.
"They call me names, avoid me dont care for me in my times of need, ya its for the best." I say to myself.
"But, its also for there best, im a bitch, a jerk and im mean, I snap at my friends when its not there fault, i hurt them.... this really us for the best." I say to myself.
As i move my knife twords my wrists my girlfriend Jennifer, jumps through the door.
"NO!" She yells. She charges at me, in an attempt to save my life. I make a wuick move and my wrists split open, the warm blood coming out of my veins... it feels good to be on the brink of death.
"NOOOOO!!!" Jeniffer yells, tears in her eyes.
I flop the the floor with a loug THUMP! She runs to my aid.
"Its-Its or the best," I say, as i close my eyes for an endless, peaceful sleep.