I sit crying on my bed. Thinking of nothing but death, when a little thing comes to mind. What is there? All I have is my family. Then my sister walks in seeing the cuts and blood on the carpet. She runs up and gives me a hug telling me everything is fine. I realize. It's being loved and feeling special. It's worth having a family to have your back. It's not worrying about even more than you have to when you're with them, but then I realize it was only a dream from passing out from loss of blood. I never have had someone love me and I never will. I think once more the knife blade feels cold on my skin. stab I fell once more. I lay lifeless on the floor. Blood on the white carpet and blue rug slowly staining it. I float happily up till I disappear. As I floated I waved and whispered my goodbye.
