• Prologue

    I never thought much of my days of lying in this haze of lies. The only thing that truly mattered to me was getting through another day. Most of my time in this shadow called my life was spent in my room, curled up in my little black pool of despair.

    For these reasons I was considered a freak; a disgrace. The truth was I didn’t really care, because I never saw them. The people who would stare at me feared me, and in a way this made me feel powerful, which was a rare feeling for me.

    My parents even hated me, they all did. Every single one of them did. I needed help. But no one offered; no one cared. My life was a deep lake of gray.

    And now, I am dead. Dead at the age of 16. Yes young age to die, you may say. And you may ask how exactly I died. And here I will sit to tell you why
    But no one really careed, none of them. To them it was as if my leaving was getting rid of the burden. To everyone around me I was nothing but a mere difficulty. When times got ruff, people blamed me, and I blamed myself.

    And now that I am dead, the one document that held all my
    darkness was left behind, and here I am to give it to you. I may
    warn you this account is not a pleasant story. This is the life of one of the many struggling teens out there. So do not read this lightly, I must say. You have been warned…