Chapter 3

"Sometimes in order to gain something we must lose everything"

This past few days have been a blur. Weather I survived the storm or not is yet to be determined. All I know is I lay here all alone trying to figure out what is my next move.

My life has taken an unexpected turn. See the day I decided to take those 8 pills I thought like mom I would just simply fail to exist. Unfortunately God seems to have other plans for me. Although I don't necessarily believe in God or a God, not that I have a reason to since all this time I have made it on my own. Yet some how right when I was going to take those pills a very strange young boy came knocking on my door. He was a pale young blond boy probably about 6 years old selling chocolates for a fare he had at school. His story was so convincing yet I felt he wasnt only there to sell me some mediocre candy but to possibly save my life.

That same day life hit me like a bash of cold water. I realized I had become a complete failure. Not that I ever set my self for any success but yet I had failed at living. Living the life I was given.

What a little boy with candy can do to a girl on the verge of suicide. Suicide. What a thought. I wonder if mom ever thought twice before taking that rope and hanging herself by it. Did she ever think about me? About what she was leaving behind. I highly doubt it though because she never once looked at me as part of her life.