Please, Just Leave Me To Die *Narry Storan*

Do you ever just sit in your room at night and think about everything? Why you were born, what's the point of living? Are you even needed in this cruel world? Do you ever just think, 'would anyone even miss me if I'm gone?'

These thoughts run through my mind pretty much every night. I lie in bed, staring at my ceiling with tears rolling down my cheeks. Normally along with several fresh marks embedded into my stomach and skin.

Nobody would ever know though, why would they? It's not like my family are remotely interested in me or anybody for that manner. Well, I use the term 'family' extremely loosely. My 'family' basically consists of me living with my uncle who doesn't even register that I'm living in the same house as him. He basically uses me for the benefits so he can buy more cigarettes and spent more money on prostitutes. I use the term 'house' loosely also, I wouldn't call it a house. I would call it a two bedroomed shack on the rough side of town

I don't understand the new kid though. He doesn't even know me and yet he's determind to change me. He's determind to keep me alive.

I don't want to live anymore, please Niall, just let me die.