I was on the bring of suicide. My name is Mark. I am Sixteen Years old. My half of the story is..I can't explain..for I am still living in the moment itself. It all started when I was twelve. I met a girl named Maria. She was my best friend. Well my only friend.."What would you do if I died?" She asked. I was twelve. I didn't know how to respond. I was young free. I respond with "You won't. Promise." About two months after that she committed suicide. Her last text was something like " If you don't live you aren't living. But what if you are alive. And you can't live." I was to young to understand I still don't know. I ran into her house because we were neighbors. No one was home. Just her she told me earlier that day. We didn't hang out because I was grounded. I ran and ran and by the time I got there it was far to late. It was two hours later I was questioned by the police. That made my parents the next thing to go. Right about then the police took me and my siblings away. We were living in an unfamiliar place called a foster home. I cried almost every night. I turned 14 my mom lost rights to me and my siblings. My step dad brought drugs into the family. A year afterwards she died of a drug overdose. Going through all this made me severly depressed. I've had multiple relationships. None of them were "non-toxic". Then I met her. Jenny. Soon to be the love of my life. She is amazing in my eyes. We met in a math class over another girl. Which by then I was done with dating. We started really talking over the Superbowl. After that we talked for hours at night. I grew very fond of her. At this point I was sure no girl would ever treat me right or love me. And I was done. I was ready to die. On the brink of suicide...untill..
