Strong arms carefully lifting me of the bathroom floor. Not been able to feel any strength in my body, all I can do is open my eyes, and through the tears that are still leaking out, I see him. Helping me/ saving me, helpless I just stare into his dark brown eyes, he doing the exact same. I cannot feel any part of my body, I can only open my eyes and open my mouth to breath. He carefully Carries me, making his way to the bedroom door, I hear screaming & shouting from the otherwise of the door. A cool breeze is coming through my bedroom balcony door, the curtains blowing towards me. My angry abusive parents are on the other side of that door, changing his mind he carries me to balcony sitting me down on the floor leaning against the glass railing. Regretting everything I have done, & promising myself that I will never attempt an overdose ever again. I listen, chatting to someone on the phone, he sends me a "help is on the way look". Sitting down next to me we wait. This is no dream.