Sammi was like every other teenager, in the sense that she was seventeen and unsure of who she was. She spent most of her time in her room alone, scribbling furiously in her little black notebook, pulling her sleeves down to hide the swollen slits on her wrists. Tears always slid down her face as she sped through the school hallways. She was ready to end it all. But could it be that her Savior had finally found her?
