On the third day after my college entrance examination application was tampered with, I had the idea of committing suicide. I originally wanted to die peacefully, but the drugstore downstairs would not sell me sleeping pills. I sighed and stepped into the bathtub to slit my wrists. Just made a small opening. The phone rang. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the call from my mom. I secretly thought, if my mother cared about me, I would not die. The phone was connected, and my mother's accusing voice came: "Weiwei, didn't your volunteer choice be changed? As for yelling at your sister, she is in the hospital now. Come over and apologize to her." I hung up the phone, my beating heart completely turned into a pool of stagnant water, and when I tightened my hand holding the knife... The doorbell rang.
