Winter.

Everything was a blur. The ambulance. Arriving at the hospital. People talking to me. I couldn't barely hear them. Their voices were distant and jumbled. The lights above me seemed so much brighter then they should be. My arms no longer hurt, I could no longer feel them. The pills that were once in my stomach seemed to have still taken a tole on how alive I was.

I could, very faintly, hear the words of the doctor speaking to someone, someone who sounded a lot like Mr. Reeves, the assistant principal. "What kind of pills... He cuts himself.. Not the first time.."

Mr. Reeves replies were the same, "A ton of pain killers.. has no family.. no friends.. no one will remember him."

He's right. If I were to die right now, no one would remember me. No one care's. Honestly, I don't either. I don't have a family. I don't have friends. But I have forgotten one thing. The most important thing. Who will care for Snow? My poor kitty.

No one will ever go to that stupid, old, trash house. No one will ever find Snow or take care of him? If Nikki were here maybe he could.. No! No. What am I thinking?

Nikki drove me to do this, now I want him taking care of my kitten!? The only living soul who ever care for me as I cared for him. The only one who ever loved me for who I was, and I'm going to hand him off to some jackass who beats me up?

But then.. what? What can I do? It's to late now, anyway. I'll be dead soon, I bet. I can feel my body starting to ache again. Everything hurts. My heart hurts. I feel so sick.

Darkness. Everything is black, but everything still hurts. I can't be dead. Not yet. Nothing is supposed to hurt after death, right? I can't breathe. I can't think. I can't... I can feel a painful electric shock go through me. What's happening? I don't like this! It hurts. I just want to go. I don't want to be here anymore.

I don't want to hurt anymore. I don't want to feel my arms burning, my eyes blazing from tears. I don't want to hear the voices that call me a 'fag' in class. I don't want the taunts. I don't want to go home to no one, eat nothing, and sleep the rest of the day away. I don't want to be alone anymore. As you can see, it's killing me.