After that day went by I got a cold but it wasn't a bad one. I assume it's because I spend so much time in the rain that even it can't faze me now. Good. I don't need more things to drag me down.

Henry's favourite thing to do on weekends was read a good book. I'd obliged after his death, picking books up off his shelf. When they were all gone, I started to go to the library.

There is so many ways that books can change your life. I don't really know what they did to change mine.

When I went to sleep, Henry's voice entered my head, like it always did. Today it said something different. Don't go to the curb tomorrow.

Well, ok. If Henry wants it, it must be true. So I listened, spending the day in my room locked up with a new book.

At night, Mom came in with supper and sat down on my bed. "Honey, I'm so happy you're here right now."

I thought it was just some of her Mom-li-ness, but suddenly she started crying and hugging me. She set the food down on my bedside table.

"What?" I asked, surprised by her behaviour.

She took her phone from her pocket and began to scroll through the news. Then she handed it to me.

The headline was:

Car Crash On Walnut Street

Two cars collided this afternoon after an illegal turning over a double line. Two people are presumed dead, after fatal injuries resulting in the crash . . .

I had to stop reading, but when I saw the picture it made me cry too. The cars had ran right into the curb where I always sat, and if I had been there I would be dead.

Thank you, Henry. I worship you.

Maybe I wasn't happy all the time, but I wasn't going to make my parents so sad again, all over. They didn't deserve it.

That's why I didn't want to die.