She sits up high, surrounded by the sun, one million branches and she loves every one. Mom and dad, did you search for me, I've been up here so long, I'm going crazy.
I was in my tree. I was safe. They couldn't reach me here. They couldn't hurt me. I was safe. Surrounded by the branches that had become my real home. I couldn't be caught, beaten until I bled. But soon, it began to rain, and i had to go back indoors. I sneaked past my parents. Wasn't hard. They were passed out, drunk. I could hear cars driving down the street. It'd be so easy, jumping in front of it. But no. I couldn't let some innocent driver be to blame for my suicide. I pulled out my dad's laptop. I had taken it, and he had already replaced it, deeming it lost. I Skyped my friend, Nick. I was in tears. We talked. I was holding a bottle of pills. He told me to put them away, but I didn't. Instead, I downed all of them, and he couldn't do a thing about it.
