When I was old enough to understand that death was something inevitable, I had always hoped that it would rain the day I left this earth forever. I thought that if it rained the day I died, then all of the not so pleasant things I'd leave behind would be washed away along with the memory of myself.
I could feel cool droplets of water gently hitting my face as my crumpled, broken body lay in the middle of the street.
I never thought I'd meet my end this way, and especially at barely 17 years old. I couldn't find it in myself to regret anything that had happened, though. All the pain, all the tears, all the heartbreak, had been completely worth it.
The last thing I remembered before everything went black was thinking that if I had to die so young, then at least it was in the place of someone I loved.
This was it.
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Fear not. This is not the end yet.
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In 27 Days (Watty Award Winner 2012)
AdventureHadley Jamison doesn't know what to think when she hears that her classmate, Archer Morales, committed suicide. She didn't exactly know him, but that doesn't stop her from feeling like there was something she could have done to help him. So to...
