Whole life ahead of her. Slashed her wrists Did not succeed. Thank the lord for small mercies.
Fighting back the tears. Mother reads the note again. 16 candle burn in her mind. She take the blame It is aways the same. She goes down on her knees and prays.
Any blasphemous rumours. But I think that. God,s Got a sick sence of humor. And when I die. I expect to find Him laughing.