Rayne Everyday my will to live is vanishing bit by bit. I'm not welcomed anywhere, in school everyone freezes at the sight of me and at home my father uses me as an object for destressing. And mother stands there watching, doing nothing. The only place where I'm welcomed is on the rooftop of the apartment building I live in. The place where I decide whether or I not I will choose to live again. Orla I wonder what's the use of living when the world is dyed in black in blue. My world is an ocean, drowning me bit by bit waiting for the day when I decide that I can't live anymore. My parents always fought and spit out knife sharp words that break me even more. In school I'm an outcast. When I finally find a place to run to I realize that I'm too late.