Prologue

Warning, this novel will take on some dark subjects like suicide, depression, divorce, etc. it will also have some graphic language. If you don't feel comfortable with these topics I would encourage you to read another book.

As I lay there, I wonder about my life, I look at the books on the right and tears flood my eyes, I hate my life. I hate my family, I wanted, no, want to die but... I wanted to change so much, and I couldn't. I cried, and cried, and cried. But now, I have only these last couple of tears and then I'm done crying. Repositioning the syringe, I wipe my tears and say, "haha, goodbye, for real this time," I stick the syringe in and press. I lied, not about saying goodbye, but about my tears, in my last seconds, I cry harder than I have in the past 14 years of my life, I feel harder than I have ever had, and I regret harder than I ever have. But all that was in vain because I'm gone now.