I'm sitting on my bed, staring at the wall, thinking about who I am and if I'm worth anything to anyone. I'm Skylar Rove, I'm seventeen years old, my brother died when I was five because I walked out into the street when a truck was coming. It's my fault he died. I have friends but I don't think I'm important to them, except Alex. He has feelings for me, even though I'm insane. How could he love someone like me? My parents worry about me but they never try to help. I'm worthless, no one would care if I killed myself, except Alex. But he would eventually forget about the suicidal girl he loved, he'd move on. How could I kill myself? Jumping off a bridge? Shooting myself? Drinking poison? There are so many ways, it should be easy. A knock on my door interrupts my thoughts. "Yes?" I ask, annoyed. "We need to go somewhere, " My mom says from the other side of the door. "Where?" I ask. "Somewhere important, just get your shoes on," she answers. I sigh and put my shoes on, studying the knife scars on my ankles. I exit my room and follow my parents to the car.