You come home from school one day. You've had yet another horrible day. You're ready to just give up. So you go to your room, close the door, and take out that suicide note you've written and rewritten over and over and over. You take out those razor blades, and cut for the very last time. You grab the bottles of pills and take them all. Laying down, holding the letter to your chest, you close your eyes for the very last time. A few hour later, your little brother/sister comes and knocks on your door to come tell you dinner is ready. You don't answer, so he/she walks in. All he/she sees is you laying on your bed, so he/she thinks your asleep.