Prologue
I always wondered how I would die. I thought up many ways on how to do it in the bathroom stall of East Ridge Jr. High. Car accident, overdose, plane crash, etc. My newest idea was cutting too deep on a major artery. I never really followed through because I always found something worth living for.
Now I was really going to go down to the devil. But would I actually go to hell for cutting, I mean it's nothing bad just putting me out of my misery. I say, 'Let's do this.'
