!!THIS STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC TOPICS AND SCENES THAT COULD BE UPSETTING/TRIGGERING TO SOME VIEWERS. A LIST OF THE TOPICS WILL BE PROVIDED AT THE BOTTOM OF THE PAGE!! "She's dead." That's what they told me even though I didn't need to be told. I was the one who held her, the one who watched her as her life slipped away. I was the one covered in her blood when any sort of help came. My hand stained red with the wine of the body. "I'm sorry." What would you do? If the one person who you love the most, is taken away without a choice? Would you accept it? Laugh? Cry? Fight it? What would you do to the reaper who came to collect them? Greet them as a friend? Or greet them as your worst enemy? I never thought about it. Here I am. Jayne. Ready to greet the reaper who took her. I'm 16 and all I want to do is die. Fire and human are scarily alike. They both have the intent to destroy. But what happens when the two are one and the same? With a human body but living in a fiery cage? And that's who he was. But who was I? STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC TOPIC -mental health -suicide/attempts/suggested -abuse/abusers/abuse victims/physical/mental/emotional (WILL NOT BE SEXUAL) -self-harm -drugs/drug use/drug content -alcohol/alcohol use/alcohol content -extreme poverty -extensive swearing -blood/suggestion of blood These topics never seem to be talked about and when they do, it's either romanticized or written very incorrectly. As someone who suffers from severe mental illness and a traumatic past, I felt the need to write what it's actually like for some people. There's no romance involved in getting better, and not everyone refuses help and makes it dramatic. I get tired of characters refusing to accept help and just wallow in the weight and I never see characters that have doubts about getting better but still try and accept help.