My name is lacey ray zigler. I don't remember much. I remember being cold. I remember the blade on my wrist and the wetness of my pillow. I didn't try to kill myself, but when I realized what was happening, I didn't care to stop it. After a few minutes I couldn't feel my feet. It was like they were asleep. Then my fingers became clutsy and shakey. Then they too fell asleep. I got cold and thirsty, my mouth was dry. I tried to get up to get a water from my minifridge, but as soon as I stood up to walk across my room, I got a head-rush and fell to the ground. It didn't hurt. It felt like it was happening too slow to hurt. My mom came in, I guess she heard me fall. She's shouting now. Everything is so loud. I don't know what happened next. There were sirens and people shouting. It's so loud! Where's Mom? Someone told me to wake up. The doctor? He was blond and had eyes as yellow as topaz. He asked me something. I could hear him over the loudness. He asked if I wanted to die. I hadn't thought of that. I didn't really want to die, but did i really want to live? I didn't answer. He turned to the driver. A teenager? He mustn't have been much older than me. He asked the driver something, I couldn't hear him this time. The driver turned in his seat to see me. We locked eyes. It seems odd, but the thought that ran through my mind is whether or not we'd crash because he wasn't watching the road. He turned back to the doctor and shook his head. He turned back to the road. The doctor turned to me, then the world went quiet and black. After that, I remember nothing. Well, I remember pain. Burning pain. Lots of pain. Unbearable pain. Then cold. The icy fingers of death threaded through my veins and I was lost forever.