As I sat on the edge of my bed watching my life go past my eyes, tears stream down my face when my mother’s death comes. My mother was my one and only friend no school friends, no sport friends, no one. She was always there for me, and I was always there for her. But that all changed when she died in a car accident just a few month ago. I’ve told everyone that I was over it but I’m not sure I am. As the last emptiest part of my life slowly slips past, I open my eyes the tears soaking my face and shirt. I’m over this is the end of me.

I slid the silver blade across my wrist and watch the blood flow from the cut not feeling the pain. I knew to cut deep, and deep I cut, because I didn’t want this anymoree, I didn’t want anything anymoree. I fell back on my bed the blood beginning to pool on the floor. Then everything went black… forever.