My name's Georgiana. Wonder why i'm writing that to start? Well i thought i'd introduce you to my absolutely crap life. 
You think I'm exaggerating? I wish i was. My life has dipped beyond the depths of hell and back again too many times for mine, or anyone elses, liking.
I'm sitting here in my Science class, scribbling away in the back of my book, writing this. I've got Kym to my left, and Kate to my right. Straight  across the table theres Matt, Charlie and James. My 3 best friends in the world, but even they can't begin to understand how my life got this bad.
It all started when I was young. I'd never been the same as my friends, i was always the one who knew things before them, the one who answered every logical question in their tiny brains. I was the one who knew everything it seemed, the different one.
Different? Well theres nothing wrong with different is there i suppose. But i was very different. Theres nothing wrong with being different physically: having different tastes in clothes or whatever. But when you mature mentally faster than your tiny little friends who are still learning their 2 times table, it gets difficult and awkward.
Theres absolutely nothing wrong in class, I'm a great pupil. I get good grades and I'm quite popular. It's when im left alone i start to slip slowly and painfully into depression, flipping random subjects over in my mind while i rock myself. Thinking about how i can be normal again.
Matt, James and Charlie are the only people who can actually touch on the edge of knowing how i feel. Charlie has been my best friend for ever, and although he doesn't know, i feel very strongly for him indeed. I love him.
Matt's the mental one that goes to EVERY party. Me and Matt are practically identical, and share attitudes, music tastes and understand eachothers feelings when we're up or down. 
James is like my big brother, and he's the one that duffs people up if they pick on me. I couldn't do without him. Matt's Kym's boyfriend, and James is with Kate.
What I’m writing to tell you, is that today is my last day. My last day ever. I’ve left a note, and now im going to go home and slide the scissors firmly across my wrists and neck, and let myself drift.

Dear Matt, Charlie + James.
First of all I’m sorry. Look after your girlfriends. I don’t want you to live in the past, so let me slip away from your thoughts. Please remember me in my happiest days, not as the miserable bitch you saw every day at school. Charlie, I love you.
~Georgiana~

I thought that was it. But no. I woke up hours later, bandaged up in a hospital with a splitting headache, and feeling weaker than ever before.
“NURSE SHE’S AWAKE!” A familiar voice yelled from my bedside. Charlie.
“Charlie I’m sorry….” I whispered.
“Shhh its ok everythings ok.” He said putting his finger on my lips and kissing me.

He was right. Everything was ok. Days passed, weeks, months, years. And Charlie and me were inseparable the whole time. I never regretted for a moment that I had lived through my suicide attempt, and I’m thankful for my husband, saviour and complete angel. Charlie Simpson.