There was no pool and no lifeguard. Well, not literally. The pool was my depression and I while I was drowning to my death; I was rescued by my friend. You'll understand me in a bit. I tried to kill myself once. Actually I didn't intend to kill myself. I just wanted to put myself in so much pain; so much so that I wouldn't feel the terrible heart ache I had at the time. I was so torn one night after I had cried my eyes out in grief and sadness and I just took pills. First, I swallowed 10 pills, and then I tried another 10 immediately. Fortunately, I was online and I saw a friend online and I just told her that I was in so much pain. She immediately came up to my room and saw the state I was in. She was so devastated and I was so scared. I thought I was going to die for sure. She tried to make me induce vomit but I just couldn't. She said we should go to the health center but I was scared. I didn't know what to tell them. It was around 2:00am, so it was a miracle that she was even up. In the end, she just stayed with me until morning. When I slept, she slept and when I stirred, she woke up and asked if I was alright. The next morning I pretty much acted like all was well. I was very ashamed of myself. I felt very stupid and overly dramatic. I was very weak, I didn't eat anything because I didn't have an appetite. Why did I do that to myself? I did it because I was in so much pain; the heartache was just too painful to bear. I felt very worthless and very useless. I felt like a burden, like a cast away. I wouldn't say that my friends weren't there for me, cos they were. When I remember this incident, I am just very grateful to God for sparing my life. I would have brought tears to the eyes of many and hurt a lot of hearts and now that I think about it, it wasn't worth it. I'm sharing my story today to let everyone know that they matter. No matter what you're going through, there's someone that cares. You might have to look a little harder, but people are there. People are always there to help you. You are not alone; you never are, most importantly, God is looking out for you.

Gracefully she walked over to some juicy blur berries that were hanging there, just beckoning to her. Juices sensually flowed down her throat blending in with the calmness of the forest.Snap! She sensed a human approaching. It was hunting season, therefore hunters were usually in the season. Remembering this, she started to run. The trees and flowers seemed to make one big rainbow blur, as she rushed past them. More and more hunters kept appearing behind her. The hunters were tall and fierce with guns and arrows, with their black, golden, spotted bloodhound dogs along their side, barking fiercely and savagely at the deer racing before them. The hunted creature ran through the thick forest and screamed as the thorns cut into its flesh. The scent of blood filled the forest causing the dogs to move faster towards their prey. Hot fresh blood streamed from its cuts down its side, sinking into its brown shiny fur. Faster and faster it ran, trying to lose the hunters behind but faster and faster the hunters ran. Deeper into the forest she ran missing thorny trees and shrubs. The colors of the trees got darker and unclear. As the hunters approached, they aimed right at the deer running in front of them; gently one of the hunters pulled back on the trigger of his black and sliver Bushmaster Predator Rifle. There was a thud as the deer fell to the ground up ahead. Shakily, she got up as blood poured from her side, Off she galloped not wanting to give up. Seeing this, the hunters stopped to notice her determination and with this, they let the deer go on her short but merry way. Reaching a river, she stopped and drank some water. As quickly as her blood fell on the ground, the heat of the blazing sun dried it up leaving only a dark, red spot in the dried cracked dirt. As more and more blood poured from her wound, flies, maggots, and worms started to invade it. Slowly she got up and made her way West to her family, hoping to see them one last time because she knew her time was short. Two (2) miles West, she saw her home, as the last few milligrams of blood left her body poured out, she went to see her son and daughter. Seeing them for the last time, a smile appeared on her face as she ran to them. As the last ounce of blood fell from her body, she whispered to her children, "be strong my children because I will be watching over you. I love you both." Just as quickly as she said this, she fell on the hard cracked ground with a heavy thud, her fur sticky caked with blood. Cuddling beside their dead mother's stained, dehydrated and infected body, her children cried at the sight o her but remembering what she had said to them, they took courage and looked up to the sky, knowing their mother will always be watching over them.