As I glance out the window, I lay in bed with numerous amounts of unpleasant thoughts crossing in my head. Memories. Bad memories couldn't leave me. "Natasha," I cried. "Are you there, it should be up there, not you." I whimpered wiping away my tears. The rain begun to hit hard on the roof leaving me more unhappy then ever before. I snuggled up in bed with, hugging myself. All I want is freedom, the freedom to be able to speak aloud; without having all my problems trapped inside. I want to be set free. I hope the world will come to peace, before it comes to an end. When I woke up, I tried to start from scratch, but it was so hard, knowing that I will never speak to my best friend again - It's over, She's dead, dead forever. All my tears were held in, but when I reached the bottom stair, they started.