I am now happy and healthy, standing upon this graduation stage.
I no longer wish to kill myself, no longer feel the selfish desire to take my own life.
For I am fearfully and wonderfully made, one of God's masterpieces.
And on that drizzling, dark day when I had the gun to my head, my finger on the trigger, my mom had said the three little words that made me realize how foolish I had been.
That I was still loved.
5 minutes to write my suicide note.
20 minutes to get to the alley.
10 minutes to stare at the gun.
20 minutes for a flashback.
4 minutes for my mom to call me.
1 minute to hear "I love you."
60 minutes in all.
60 minutes had altered my life.
60 minutes, and I was alive.
60 minutes.
That's all it took.
~The End~