I was sitting on my bed, with both hands covering my ears. 

"We are sorry to tell you that your father has died due to a car accident."

Those words continue to echo in my head. No, it can't be. My father can't die, he can't. He promised me! I cover my ears harder as my mother continuously knocks, pleading me to open the door. I knew she was also devastated, I'm probably a burden. Wait, I already am. If I wasn't born, my parents didn't have to get married as they only did that because my father got my mom pregnant and her family wouldn't support us if she didn't get married. If I wasn't born, my dad didn't have to borrow money from those loan sharks so that I could go to school. If I wasn't born...

If I wasn't born, my father didn't have to die.

I have made a decision, to follow my dad. A knife was lying across me, waiting to be used whether it was for the good or the bad. I use my right hand to reach for it as I place it next to my left wrist. I give a sigh and drop my head low, trying to calm myself down. It was simple, I just had to cut a part of my skin and make sure that it was deep then I wait for death to come pick me up. I can do this, it's for the better, right?

"No, it's not."

A voice says, I drop the knife and look up. A girl was floating in mid-air, with wings behind her back. She goes closer until she was face to face with me, she places her hand on my shoulder and whispers,

"Trust me, It's not."

~*~

I know, it .