I heard my parents bang on the door telling me to open the door, I just ignored them and continued to watch my blood drip into the red swirling bath water. I dipped my finger into the blood and wrote some the words onto the wall. The water was now completely red and my parents were trying to knock down the door. My eyes could no longer cry but I still screamed out. My breathing had slowed and I felt cold. I was an iceberg, hideous and hated. I looked like a train wreck. I slowly started to permanently lose consciousness when my parents had broken the door down and raced to my side. The last thing I felt in this cruel world was my families touch...