The blood crept from my wrist; red satin spilling over into my lap. All I hear is my own heavy breathing...from shock of course. All I feel is the stinging sensation on my left wrist, still pulsing with blood. All I see is my blurry reflection in my foggy bathroom mirror. I'm sitting on the floor with a hot wet towel and a bloody razor on the floor. My tiny fragile body is clothed with a snot and tear drenched tshirt that is long enough to reach my knees, it belonged to my dad.

Why? Why me? It's not bad enough I'm already a freak here, but now I have to be a freak there too? I knew it... I should have ended all last week when I had the chance. Although now, I'm under constant surveillance by my brother. Caleb means well I know he does, and he cares about me; he's the only one that does care. My dad died from heart disease a year ago, and my mom... all she cares about is where she's gonna get her next high.

I don't want to move, but mom said it would good to make a fresh start. A fresh start for what? We'll know her favorite dealer was just arrested last week. Maybe this won't be so bad, or maybe this will be the end of my life! Maybe this is my chance? Maybe this is the reason why I haven't killed myself already? Is this where things will finally get better? Or have I just read too many books with happy endings?