July 2nd, 2036: Now.

"Maria?" My mom called causing me to drop the razor in my hands. "Maria sweetie." She knocked on my door and I threw the razor into my laundry basket.

"Yes mom?" I asked. She opened my door and walked in.

"It's almost 4 a.m. baby girl. What are you doing up?"

"I couldn't sleep." I said glancing at my laundry basket.

"Are the thoughts back?" She asked sitting on my bed. "Aw. Sweetheart I'm so sorry." She said hugging me. I bit my lip.

"I'll be fine mom. Go back to sleep." I said pulling away. "You don't have to worry."

"Do you want me to call Dr. DeMarco?" She asked.

"No." I said thinking about my physiologist. "I'm fine. I promise." I smiled. She frowned and nodded. She got up and walked to my door. She leaned over and pulled the razor blade out of my laundry basket before leaving.

"I'll call her in the morning." She looked at me sadly. "I love you more then you could ever know." She closed my door behind her.

"I love you too mom." I said crying as she left my room.