I was almost done. I laid across my roof, staring at the stars as I twirled the knife in my hand. I had left a note written for my parents to see when the got home from work in the morning. They needed to know none of this was my fault and that I loved them. I didn't want them to blame themselves. I called my friends, telling them I loved them as well and that in the time I had them as friends; were some of the best times I've had. As I was about to end it, my last sight to be the stars, she pulled in. WARNING THIS STORY HAS BDSM CONTENT AND THE BEGINNING COULD BE TRIGGERING.