I got up and ran straight home ready to kill myself. I wasn't watching where I was going, I didn't care. I just knew, I want to die and for the first time I'm actually going through with it. I ran across the busy intersection- I was properly halfway across when I felt this horrid pain in my right side and I was thrown to the ground. My head was spinning; everything was blurry. I saw a man's figure- I could barely make out his face, but I saw piercing blue eyes and blonde hair. He was leaning over me and asked me my name. " Mace Allen" was all I could make out before going into a hopefully permanent sleep.