When I was younger I had a friend named Niall.
I don't know where he went, but after his mum died we lost contact.
The boy I saved looked like Niall.
"Niall, please tell us... What were you doing on the road?" an officer asked.
I don't see the point in lying to him.
"I wanted to die," I said.
Maybe the boy was Niall.
But I don't think I'll know.
I don't think I'll make it.
I feel so weak.
"Why did you want to die?" He asked.
"I'm done with life. The only one who cares about me is my mum. And she's dead," I said.
The officer nodded and wrote something down.
"Niall... How's life at home?"
I'm being moved now.
I don't know where to.
The shouting's stopped which is good.
My head hurts.
