It's the end of the year. It's hot and the stress is heavy, I get that. Wednesday of last week so June 15 2016 I was told that someone wished I was dead. By someone I had dated a couple months earlier. I go to a secondary school in Bayside, and the guy that personally told me that he wanted me dead was a teacher's son. The teacher's son and I have common friends like most grade 10's do, and a guy on my bus asked me what had happened telling me that the teacher's son was sounding proud and confident that he had basically told me to kill myself. That night I had went home with the voice of the teacher's son telling me I should kill myself. I cried and screamed and almost went through with his wishes. Laying in the bathtub sobbing. Trying to hold my head under long enough, but I stopped out of the will of the thought, "why can't someone stop him and change things." The next day I stayed home from school not ready to see his face. ...