She sat on the cold, hard floor in the bathroom waiting for someone to care. She thought if she slit her thighs someone would notice or hug her. She just wanted someone to care.
One night when it was getting bad again, she attempted suicide. Leaving a note saying, "tell mike i love him" she swallowed a whole bottle of pills.
But when her friend called and no one answered she got worried. She headed over and had a feeling something wasn't right. Lying there right on the sofa was her dead body. 100% dead. Gone. She was gone. The friend cryed and cryed and finally decided to call and report the death.
Ali was in a happier place now. Heaven. Golden streets. Rainbows in the corner. Everything she ever dreamed of. But something wasnt right. Her friends were missing. More importantly the love of her life.
She felt empty again. Worthless. Like dying was for nothing. She longed and longed to see him again and realized suicide wasnt actually the answer. Heaven was trash to her without him.
The nights wind was getting bad. So she went and had a little talk with heavens transferer asking to go back. Of course he refused. She begged and begged until he agreed to let her go back as the watch angel or whatever you call it.
She now saw him everyday and felt like her life is now worth living. If only she could have seen that when she was alive.
In loving memory of my dearest friend Colleen
