This story is slightly kinda like my life except I was in foster care and got abused and raped. I ended up trying to commit suicide everyday of my life,trying to end the pain and suffering. Then four and a half years later I was given back to my mom. In 2017 I got raped by my nephew and fell pregnant with his baby, but two months into the pregnancy I lost the baby. The next year February 19th Monday morning, my parents came to pick me up from school earlier than usual and we went to the hospital to book my dad in. That night exactly at 8:29 pm my mom got a phone call and I heard her say "Doctor please don't. Don't tell me my husband passed away?" and then I heard my mom start to sob. I woke up and went to her and said "He's dead,isn't he?" my mom was in to much shock to answer me,my legs suddenly felt to weak to hold my weight and fell to the floor crying... I realized I was the one who declared his death. Since his death I tried even harder to kill myself. I took overdoses, cut myself, choked myself, drowned myself and even tried to shoot myself 2 years passed and I was in a new school,new friends,new everything except the man we were living with hated my guts. I decided on February the 14th I was finally gonna do it. I had enough of my pathetic life,I was tired of disappointing my mother in everything I did and stole a gun out of my mom's friend's safe and tried. I went to my mom in the next room and asked her "Mom,what would.you do if I told you I had a gun in my hand right now and I'm planning to shoot myself tonight?" my mom got up slowly coming towards me and I took out the gun and I saw panic and fear cross her face and then next thing I knew I got diagnosed with addictive suicide,ADHD and depression. Now we're living in Cape Town with my mom's fiancé and I am writing this story. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it and please like.and follow me and please make suggestions on which characters I should do next. Thanks~ Mei-Chan XOXO😘