• As I sit in my room, with the power out, crying, all I hear is the rain on the windows and on the roof. I wish it'd stop, but I also wish it didn't. I feel the vibrations of the cracking thunder on my back, through the walls. The lightning is the only light I have. My candle has gone out due to flooding. I stop crying and get up, and walk to my window. A big flash of lightning scares the shi7 out of me. I look over outside, (thunder cracks), my favorite tree is on fire. It was the only thing to remind me of my boyfriend in whom had died of cancer in his lungs. So, I looked in my jewelery box, felt my gun, sat down, and pulled the trigger right under my chin.