"Skylar?" 

I heard the rock hit my window and bounce down onto the concrete - I ignored it.

"Skylar?!" 

He kept shouting but I took no notice, my task was more important. 

Silence. 

He must have left, I thought and turned my attention back to the knife sat in front of me on my desk. I looked at the shining blade and it gave me hope - hope for better. I tried to pick it up but as soon as my hand touched the handle I recoiled. My heart was pumping so loudly in my chest that I decided to stand up and prepare myself fully. I walked around my room seven times, my lucky number, and I took all of my books down off of the shelf and colour coordinated them. I picked up a hardback, blue, book and was just putting it on the shelf when something fell out.

I watched the small piece of paper fall to the floor and stared at it for a moment - trying to remember what it was. Finally picking it up, I saw that it was a letter with a small photo attached. It was from my Dad. 

Dear my beautiful Sky,

I know that I'm too late and I'm sorry. I should have tried harder, fought with every last fraction of my being to help you, but I didn't, because of that your going. You're slipping through my fingers and I can't do anything about it and it kills me to think that I was too late. 

I love you always and forever and will see you soon,

Dad

I had been suffering from cancer, it was terminal and the doctors said that I wouldn't survive - and I shouldn't have. The picture was of me in the hospital with my Dad by my side, smiling. It brought tears to my eyes as I thought about how much he loved me - and about how he thought that he would see me up there. I went into a coma and they were going to take me off life support the next day. On that morning I woke up - cured - a miracle, but my Dad did not. He had overdosed in his grief. 

The anger I felt, the injustice of me surviving and my amazing Dad not, was enough to turn me back to the knife. My mother was out with her friends and she probably wouldn't realise I was missing until school called on Monday - she doesn't care about me. I picked up the knife and held it against my wrist - drawing a drop of blood which fell on the letter I had left for the only person I cared about - Oscar.

Oscar had been there for me throughout it all, we'd met when he offered to share his sandwich with me on the first day of Kindergarten. My Dad was working and my Mom wouldn't give me a packed lunch to take. We'd been best friends since then, Os and Sky against the world. When I was diagnosed, he brought the work we'd done in class that day and taught it to me and then stayed many nights with me in the hospital. He never doubted that I would get better. He was the one who'd told me that Dad was gone and hugged me whilst I screamed and cried into his shoulder all that night.

I moved my hand away from my desk so as not to ruin the letter. I press the knife in slightly further, drawing more blood, and readying myself for the darkness and I saw my Dad's face in front of me. 

"Sky, what..." Oscar gasped as he pulled himself through the closed curtains in my bedroom window. "Skylar, stop!" 

And he wrenched the knife away from me, catching his ear as he drew the knife past it.

"Look Sky, we're together in this right?" He ran into the bathroom and grabbed tissue to press against my wrist and his ear. 

"Stop, Oscar, you don't understand, this is what I want!!" I reached for the knife again but he yanked it out of my reach. I screamed and fought against him - I don't know why - Oscar was my light, but I couldn't stop myself. All around me was red and blurry, the only thing in focus was the knife, and I had to finish the job.

"No, it isn't. Please Sky, talk to me!" Os pleaded.

The hot, anger within me was boiling over - how could he be so clueless?

He then walked slowly, with the knife towards the window and threw the curtains open. I was flabbergasted by the sight of the moon and the stars with a pink stripe at the bottom - the beautiful sky at dawn. I slowly walked towards it in a trance and found my anger immediately soothed - I could see clearly again.

"Oh Os, I'm so sorry." I began to cry, my body racking with huge sobs as he put the knife down on the shelf, next to the picture of my Dad.

"Shhhh." Os reassured me, taking my hands and leading me towards the open window. 

I walked with him towards the sky - it was like I was noticing the beauty of it for the first time. Once we got to the widow Oscar turned to me and pulled me through the window and onto the roof. We sat down next to each other and watched the daylight creep over the buildings. I lent on his shoulder, resting my head in the crook of his neck and his shiny auburn eyes lit up as i began to fiddle with his short blonde hair.

"We'll get through this okay?" Os smiled. "Just you and me - forever."

"Forever." I replied as we climbed back inside, flopped down on my bed, and fell asleep in each others arms. "Os and Sky against the world."

Emotions:

Basically everything but specifically,

Anger, hatred, grief, worthlessness, stupidity. Then, hapiness, joy, elation and love.