Elizabeth's Pov 

Quick note, this will be kinda confusing, and I'm sorry. Eliza is writing (non italics) but it kinda switches, if you have trouble understanding anything comment and I'll explain. Also, sorry it has taken forever to update! It has been written down, but it would stay on the edit thing for like 20 minutes while I yelled at it and got stressed out. I'm really sorry.

I just wanted to give up. They didn't like me, and I no longer had any fight left in me. Some people fight so long, their will, will finally become weak. It finally breaks. They can keep on going, or they can be to broken to continue.

I was to broken continue. If someone were to look at me; what would they see?

They see someone who looks happy, who has a smile on their face. She has black wavy hair, that just seemed lifeless, but was still soft. A thing from having been from always taking showers, regardless to if she wanted too, I mean, who took thirteen showers every day, and that was just the least number she has taken.

They would see, pale skin, bones, and a girl who liked keeping her hair up, wearing baggy clothes, and shoes.

However, it was all wrong.

No, the girl, she was broken inside. She was tired of being used.

Her eyes no longer sparkled, and daily she had reason to die -- she instead lost reason's to live. She was still waiting for the boys of One Direction, plus the Shadowhunters, to leave her.

She was beaten everyday, she was losing war, a war between her and a blade, that would bring her skin into the equation.  I mean, why not do it again, right? It's already been done. 

She was always reading over the hateful words that were spoken to her, written to her. Word's that were harshly written and thought. Word's that made her question her reason of being here.

She had chapped lips, and she no longer had the beauty she had had maybe 2 years ago, if even that. She still had beauty, no doubt, but it was all being slowly pulled away, as she slowly died.

Life was leaving her.. It was leaving me. I was that girl. I wiped away a tear, as I wrote this all down. I just wanted to go. To die!

I love everyone, do not get me wrong. Alas, no one notices anything. How I am practically dying.

Haz, Zee, Lee, Ni, Lou, Jace, Magnus -- all of you, do not blame yourselves. Do not even blame Jas, Bella, Carlisle, Edward -- none of them.

I will be here. I promise. I just. . . .I need a break.

Look around my room, I want you all to just look, just look, and see how I was dieing. I have notes all around, all of them telling me to die, all of them harsh words towards me.

"You're a whore." "Do you even take a shower?" "Ugh, when did a pig join our school?"

No, I am not a whore; please quit saying that. 

I do take showers; more than I wish to take.. That water could be used for someone else -- someone who matters.

 Again, harsh words, why? Why do you all need to call me such?

Everyone, this is my good-bye. I love you, all, with all my well-being. With all my heart. "All the love" right, Haz? 

I just can not fight anymore, I am tired of all the hate that you give me as well.

Some of these words on the wall are from y'all as well.

Long ago, when I first broke, I had thrown something at the wall -- I destroyed it.

They were things, things made for you all. I re-made them. They are behind my painting of an arrow stuck through a heart. Around the painting is words that I have tried to use to keep inspired, as well as words that have hurt me.

Pink, inspiring. Black, pain. Simple as that.

Good-bye. I love you all.

I printed out the note and set it on my bed, I then walked into the restroom. Little had I mentioned, the blade won the fight.

I let the razor slide across my skin, and then went out, blood dripping down my arms. I heard a knock on the door, "Elizabeth, open the door! What's with the blood?"

I looked at the door, I hear banging on the door, and I shook my head, just now realizing the dam flowing down from my eyes. "Leave me alone. I am so tired of fighting," I sobbed.

I then took the blade and did the thing that was reasonable to me, I took the blade and pushed it into my stomach. As soon as I had, the door was knocked down, and Emmett, Edward, and Jasper, and so forth.

I smiled softly, before I collapsed onto the ground, darkness taking over me.