For a moment I really thought everything had changed... But I was wrong... It hasn't. My mind was right.. My depressed mind was actually correct. I would just be doing a favor for everyone... Once I was gone, no one would care, no one would notice, no one would miss me, and I would be replaced. Eventually.

I closed my eyes, as I drifted off into time and memories, visions and flashbacks. I was ready to be consumed. I was ready to suffer. You want to know why? Because I rightfully deserved it. I deserved to suffer endlessly.

I smiled, as I thought how I would be gone. Gone... Finally, I would be doing something good. I would be doing a favor for everyone... But, was I just blinded by the greatness of me dying, or did I in reality just wanted to be saved? Anyway in the moment of that, I was happy to be fading. Happy to be gone. And I bet everyone else was, too.

I finally drifted into the never ending sleep of visions and memories, as I start to fade away in my own visions of what could happen.

He raced toward the tree, and he called me. I quickly ran up drifting only in the air, and barely touching the grass. I reached him, and we talked. We seemed close, almost like he was family... Chosen family, to be exact. It seemed like he was a brother.

After we talked he raced up ahead of me and didn't look back. I was about to go and race toward him, but all of a sudden, my mind filled with everything. I was a swarming mess of feelings... It was like butterflies were venomous and flying and fighting each other throughout my mind and body...

I collapsed.