"The scars you can't see are the hardest to heal." I took a deep breath as I stood on top of the building ready to jump. The abuse had gotten to a point where I couldn't take it any more. The bullying had gone so far that I started to believe everything my bullies said about me. Ugly. Freak. Pathetic. Useless. Waste of air and space. Mistake. I had been called all that before. I was tortured and abused by my own parents, the people who were supposed to love me unconditionally. I was hated by my older siblings, the people who were supposed to stand up to my bullies for me. Instead of doing that my siblings joined my bullies and made my life a living hell. I didn't think anyone would care if I ended my life. Hell, they would probably throw a feast if I was gone anyways. I was about to jump when I heard someone scream for me to stop. When I turned around I saw ... Him.