The Nameless Angel

Sitting on my bed, holding a knife to my wrists, all I could think of is what I wouldn't miss. There isn't much to say. I am just a normal, depressed, teenage girl. I wanted what I couldn't have and now I want what is at my fingertips. One small movement and the pain will go away. All I have to do is place the razor right here. It seems so easy. The tears in my eyes block my view. Somehow I don't think I can go through with it. There is a knock on the door and I open it. I see the new kid. He is standing there. Asking me for help, for he is my new neighbor. He needs some guidance. I try to tell him all that I can but it is hard knowing that the razor is still there. I tell him to go, be happy and it will get better. I tell him I will always be here for him, that he can come here and talk anytime. As I walked him out I suddenly realize it. I can be such a hypocrite. Now that I know someone is there to care about me. I take the razor and bury it in my past. Out by the shed, just sitting there staring. I realize what I have done and what I could have ruined. For the little boy next door has changed all of that. He saved me from the biggest mistake of my life. The little boy was never seen again. He disappeared. Sometimes I think it was all in my head and all made up by my sub-conscious. I now thank that little boy, whoever he was. I just want to tell him that he saved my life. Thank you! To the angel out there without a name. 1

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