When I watch the rain falling from my window, every thing looks different. Nothing seems complete anymore. Ever since Dad left a few weeks ago, things haven't been the same. Now, Mom is always drinking, yelling and throwing things. Home just isn't a place I want to be anymore. I can't help but think that I am the reason why my Dad left. That I'm the reason my home is a broken one. Maybe I …showed first 75 words of 587 total…

…showed last 75 words of 587 total…surprise I feel from seeing my blood all over myself. I feel myself growing woozy, and I want to fall asleep. My knees give in, and I find myself lying down on the floor in a pool of blood. I see my Mother rush in and try to awaken me. It's too late. I'm leaving now. Leaving this world to a better place. A place where I can forever watch the rain fall in peace.