This is one of my first real writings. I wrote it a long time ago, and I came across it recently. It's not as good here as it was on the paper. I don't have it with me so I had to copy it down by memory. The story is actually about me. When I was 11 I was suicidal. I suffered a lot from a mother who damanded nothing but perfection for her love and a step-father who was the same. I tried so hard for so long to make them happy. To this day I still haven't gotten it right. I'm 16 now, and I see things differently. I got friends that saved me from the dark, and though I still hurt sometimes, I know I have people there for me. I realized that my mother and step-father didn't know how to show me they loved me, and I've come to accept that, though it hurts. I know my father much better now, and he is one of my greatest pillars of strength. I love him so much. This story is what would have happened had I not been saved, so thank you Drew, Jessie, and even Bethany though our friendship is over. Thank you dad and William, I love you both so much. Thank you Aaron, I didn't know you for long, but you were very important to me. I wish you were still here. You all saved me from the pain in my life. Though it's not gone, I didn't succumb to it and I never will. I will never be that little 11 year old boy ever again.