I know her so well. Every night, she falls asleep at 10. Before hand, she says good night to get friends over the Internet, shutting down her laptop with the pace of a charging bull. Then, she changes into her pyjamas and goes to bed, where she dreams but never remembers what about. She always sleeps in of a week day morning, and then rushes to get to school on time. She gets home at 3:36p.m. and finishes her homework by 4:43. By then, she returns to her laptop to speak to her friends until she has to sleep.

She adores horror films, music that has screamed vocals and gummy bears, strangely enough. She doesn't have many friends outside the Internet, so she keeps some weed in her sock draw for when the loneliness becomes too much. I never had any friends, either. I was bullied as I had dyslexia and other incurable illnesses from birth, as well as my father leaving me and my mother when I was 2 years old. She doesn't know what she wants to do when she graduates, but she does know she wants to go live in a big city, like New York or London. She's always sad because, a lot of the time, she gets called ugly, and doesn't realise how beautiful she really is.

I don't know what I'd be if I didn't love her like I do.

I was nothing before her.

We've lived together for 12 months now, it's nice, really. I used to be one of the faceless people she'd talk to online, keeping her company. After a while, we couldn't stand being so far apart from each other, as she lives in Droitwhich, England while I was from Winniepeg, Canada. I moved to England to be with her, and made so many sacrifices. Yet, I don't regret it all. Her parents and I spoke, however she just spent most of her time in her room.

We don't talk like we used to when I moved in, though. Most of the time I just, watched her, staring at her. It's how I know so much about her.

However, tonight, her routines changed. Instead of doing her homework she watched a sad movie, and then went up to her room. Instead of her talking to her friends, she just sat on her bed and cried. I asked her what was wrong, multiple times in fact. However, she didn't respond. I looked over at the calendar, and then realised why she was so upset, it was August the 23rd, 2007.

It had been exactly a year since I hung myself.