Thanks to those stupid yet vivid memories that were imprinted onto your mind, never did you live a day for the past 5 years, not thinking about suicide. Everynight, going to bed, you always remember those soft lips of your mother on your forehead. You cried yourself to sleep.

Tonight, for some reason, you seemed to not be able to fall asleep, and it wasn't because of those memories, it was because of something that just suddenly struck your mind. Who is the person that keeps saving you after every suicide attempt? You had great ideas in how to die. Not those wimpy overdose ones, but burn yourself. You once burnt a small house that your parents left you, and with the thought of not wanting anyone to notice you suddenly gone, you lept into the fire aand waited for the excrutiating pain. But as per usual, you were bloody saved. Why? Who is suffering me like this? Why are they trying to keep me alive? Before the fire could even burn a strand of your hair, the fire was cooled down with gallons of water. The smoke was too suffocating and you out.

That was basically one of those ironic stories where you 'came back to life'.

Anyways, back to your thoughts. Who was this person saving me? You thought hard and fell asleep.