Willow's Nest

Prologue

He's dead. He's really dead. I attempted to grasp onto that but... It was so hard. It had been a whole month. One whole month since my poor daddy died of cancer. Still, I sat, surrounded by blurring music, drowning out the pain. Now that daddy was gone, momma was a little more quiet. She didn't smile as much. She didn't go out. She missed a lot of work. The summer was simply nothing but pain and a hardship.

At this point, all of this pain was bundling and my heart hurt. For the past week, I had been using the razors to slice my skin and bleed. The pain was drained from me. I felt like a useless nothing.

No one knew... Not momma, not my boyfriend, no one. The only one that knew was me. I was fighting a battle of depression all on my own. When it all started, I wasn't actually intending to kill myself... Just trying to... Drain myself.

The day I planned my fate, I forgot about everything. I was like a robot. No emotions were felt. Momma was outside, talking to a neighbor. I watched her out the window, looking over the fence. Quickly, with limited time, I grabbed a chair and a rope from a nautical piece of furniture and walked to the closet. I quickly made a noose and stood on the chair. Just as I slid my head into the noose, my mom opened the door. From surprise, I kicked the chair, and just as I felt, the noose still around my neck, momma ran toward me. I felt everything stop. Momma took me down, nearly unconscious.

When my eyes were finally open, I was on a bed, being rushed down a hallway. I saw the nurses standing over me, rushing me into a room. Also, momma was looking over me. The most humiliating part was Lawrence, my boyfriend, staring me down, tears streaking his cheeks. I'd hurt him so bad.
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