Marks POV
I was playing Rust with Bob and I got a phone call. My jaw droped and tears rolled down my face. Bob saw me and asked what was wrong. I couldn't tell Bob; so i just said i got to go. The phone call was my step mom saying my father died.(I am soooooooo sorry mark for bring up this memorie and to the people who lost someone they loved) I want to my kitchen and grabed a small but sharp cutting knife. I went to my bathroom and looked at my arm. I promised my self that i would never do this again. I took the knife aginst my skin and ruffly pussed into my light tan skin. The blood started to run down my arm and i stared to scream and cry. Malinda had walked in when i was going to take the pills that would kill me. "MARK WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING",Malinda was on her knees and was crying. She threw the pills on the ground. Then she told me to promise to never do that again or she will never forgive me. I would do anything for malina i think i love her.
