{chapter one}
I've never thought about life after death, I mean something must happen once we go? We might be placed in a better world. A world of no bullying, no suicide, no self harm and no society that tells us we are perfect but pushes us to the test. I hear my mum scream at me from down the stairs "FAITH GET UP!" I soon realise the fact that I have school today and that I have to face the bullies that have been tormenting me for months on end. I unlock my phone to check the time and spring up as soon as I realise how late I am. I start to rush about and put on my clothes. I'm quite lucky when it comes to doing my hair as it can just be brushed and left, my hair has a slight tinge of ginger in it and is dead straight. I stare into the mirror, revolted at what I see. I roll up my sleeve to see the damage I have made onto my arm from weeks of having severe depression, I then tug my sleeve down, shake my head and run downstairs. I don't bother to say bye to my mum, I just dash out the door and run to my bus stop.
