Blake's POV
I don't know how long I've been here—laying on the bathroom floor—throwing up. Crying. Shivering. Sweating. Wishing I was dead. What did these people do to me? I feel the absolute worst I've ever felt in my entire life. Why did these people stop me from killing myself only to make me feel like death? And they won't leave me alone. Tyler, Dylan, or Noah is always with me. No matter how much I try to kick them so they will leave me alone but, they move to where I can't reach them. It doesn't make sense to me. All I've done is think about it since I first started throwing up; all I've done is be sick or lay on the ground thinking about it. Sometimes I hear someone talking to me, but I don't have care enough to listen. They have forced me to drink water a few times, and they weren
