I lay on the cold hard wood floor of the hallway that led to my room. I looked out of the window in the living room that I could barely see part of. I looked down at my wrist. It was bleeding. It had been cut. Cut. Slashed with a hope to kill. It hurt as I twitched my arm as the pain took an overload. I looked around my motionless body. I was laying in a pool of blood. My blood. I looked down at my stomach to see the other pain that was coming from my side. It was also bleeding. A bigger gash than in my wrist. I looked around to see if I could find the weapon. The weapon that was used to try to kill me. I saw it. A kitchen knife. One that my mother had used to chop lettuce just hours before. I gained enough energy in my unharmed arm to grab it and look at it. It had blood dripping from the tip. The tip that was used to hurt me. I again looked at my bleeding side. I knew who had done this. I had seen the face. In fact, I had seen the face every day. I had looked them in the eye as I knew they were planning my murder. I knew that face. That face was. . . Mine.

I began to sob silently as I desperately wanted my life to end. I had no meaning. No purpose to be here. I was all alone in this world. I had no one whom I could trust with every fiber of my being. I had no one.

I heard the back door slam only to hear my mother's voice calling out to me.

"Casey, honey I'm home! I've got a little surprise for you. Come see." She yelled as she put her purse down on the counter top. I could see her every move. I wondered if she could see me in return. She had a surprise for me? Well, I defiantly had one for her too.

"Angel, where are you?" She asked again. I saw her surprise move into view at that moment. I saw something that I'd never thought I'd see again or never hoped to see again. I saw what I had loved once. Only once though and not now. I saw the perfect image of a romance now forgotten. Zac was my first love, and obviously my last. His parents had divorced and he decided to move up north so he could be with his father. I had felt so abandoned by him. If I had known he was coming then I would have waited to do this. I would never let him see me like this, but now, I had no choice. He was going to see me.

"Casey!" My mom shrieked as she ran over to my bleeding body. Her words were troubled with tears that were making no effort to stay inside. I saw Zac's wide eyes as he grasped my hand and held it so that I could feel his soul. I knew they didn't understand. Or maybe, they just didn't want to.

"Angel! What. . . . ?" My mom said as she tried to comfort my hurting body. Was she worried now? Did I finally make her notice the pain that I had been hiding inside? Did I finally send her the message that I had wanted to for so long?

"Casey, Why? You . . . what?" Asked Zac as his tears reached the surface of his tough guy image that everyone had grown to fear. He let go of my hand and raced to the phone. I knew he was calling 911. I knew I should've cut the lines. Why wouldn't they just let me die like I needed to?!?

"Uh. . .Yes, my friend. . .Uh, tried, she, suicide, they need to help! Soon!" Said the voice of a rugged faced Zac as he stroked his freshly cut dirty blonde hair.

"This is, it's," he held the phone away from his mouth, "Theresa, where the hell is this located!?! Hurry!" He asked as his tears ran onto the cold floor.

"Um, . . . 29 Axis Avenue!" My mom said she sounded more and more confused. She wiped the blood off my wrist and held pressure upon it. She was trying to save me. Save the person whom I had grown to hate.

"Why, angel? Why?" My mom asked as I felt her tears on my skin.

I looked at her with a solemn face. She had barged her way in my life just when she didn't need to, just like she always did. I felt my tears drying up as I found the strength within to say a few words.

"I had too."I said as the world around me got dark. I could no longer see anything or feel any pain. I was dying before my mother's eyes. I could feel my spirit fleeing from my tormented body. This was it and I knew it. I think we all did. If only Heaven would accept me now. Mom had said I was her angel. Perhaps only now, she meant it. I was her Broken Angel.