3 years ago I almost died of many things. I was only 16. I should have been living life and hanging out with my friends. The only thing that kept me alive was my blade. That's sounds stupid, I know. Honestly though. It gave me a since of relief. A since of power of whether I lived or died. Feelings that I could control. I was in control of myself. Until I lost everyone ever something stupid. It's my fault. I ruin everything. My name is Amanda. This is my story.Public Domain