• I run mindlessly, branches wack my face and sting my arms do i care? No.... what does it matter there is no going back or forward tears stream down my face as I keep running. Pain crashes through my leg i ignore it. I hear them call my name "Camden! Camden where are you ?!?! I run faster I did not want to think about what would happen if I went back, would they just let me come back with open arms? No.....as I ran I see a cliff on the horizon, perfect. I sprint when I reach the cliff I jump I spread my arms as if they are wings. I knew this was it I was finally gonna get what I wanted... death, for it all to be over. I hear voices in my head. What are you doing? You have a whole life ahead of you ! Well its to late to go back that’s for sure. I think back to when this all started. I was eight, my mom suffered from depression and I did also seeing your mom crying on the floor did not help I felt as if her pain was my fault, some how I was to blame. When I turned 13 my mom died from an over dose. My life has spiraled down hill from that point on … My dad was a drunk always coming home late stinking with the stench of a bar. I have scars from him…. He would throw his beer bottles at me and the glass would shatter into my skin. Since then I would hide from him when he came home. After my mom died my dad remarried, most of them nice but I never was nice to them. I knew that they would leave once they found out the my dad was a drunk, so there was no point in being nice to them… I never smile. My heart aches when ever my dad brings a new one in, he tries to get us the have “motherly bonding time” the only bonding I want is her face bonding with my fist….. Now they just keep pouring once one is gone, here comes another like headache, pounding in my head that would not stop. Once I actually loved one of the women that he married but she was long gone I wanted her to take me in, to hold me like I was actually her daughter but no… did she even care about me? I highly doubt it…I bet she was only there for my dads money, you see we are rich, my mom invented this cool new thing but my dad stole the idea and now since my mom died he gets all the money. All the women treat me like so kind of puppy that nobody wants. A burden. I feel so alone the only reason I have friends is because of money! Nobody really cares about me right? I snap back into reality the ground looks close I close my eyes and relax then I black out…..i awake at the hospital bleeding and broken i open my eyes to see a face leaning over me, my dad. there is another face beside his....a woman. i feel the hatred boiling inside me. I glare at the face and i turn away from it, on the other side of the bed are some of my best friends they stare down at me my three girl buddies have tears in their eyes, my guy friends look down on me and sigh. My dad grabs my hand but i pull away and reach for my friends, Tamra and Blake. Blake reaches out her hand and grasps mine hard then a doctors face appears between me and her and pulls her away. i could feel something wet on my face...are those my tears? i wonder.....the doctors lead my bed into a room and shut the door, i lay there all night awake i look at my body, a cast on my left arm and needles in my right. My left side is fine but my right is in a cast too. my head throbs, then there is a knock on my door...