Prologue:
Here I am in a hospital bed, close to death. My story is long and tragic. Sure it has it's good points, the points of healing. Everywhere you turn there are people who need you. There were people who needed me. I was there, to help them through their tragedies and heartbreak. Would you help that someone, if you could? I should probably ask you a couple questions, before I die. One, would you like to hear my story? All I have left to tell is what happened to get me here, so do you? Two, why did I do this to myself? Well, maybe that's not the question I should be asking. Oh, I got it now, two, what would you do, if you were hurt, and there was somebody who could take that away, but you would have to give your pain to them? Would you give your pain away?

First Chapter: Home alone:
After quiet deliberation, I have decided I would like to stay home while they go to the res. Home alone. The great movie which told children, like me, that smart kids were going to rule the world someday, so study hard and you might one day, NOT be sent out into space. Of course it also said that trouble makers make the world a better place, so I guess it shouldn't be my guidelines to a better future.
I am actually happy she trusts me not to burn down the house. So, let me see how many candles I can light at once. Just kidding. I am real responsible for my age. Knock Knock Knock. The door didn't have doorbell, yet. So I ran to go see who it was.
“I can't have visitors, sorry.” I teased.
“Come on, can't you make an exception.” He was a big thick man. You know, kind of like the kind you would peg as a bodyguard, or muscle builder, something that required incredible strength.
“Well, she knows you were coming, right?” As long as I knew the person wasn't going to hold me hostage, or murder me like in some horror movie, I was allowed a guest or two.
“Yeah. I called her on my way here.”
“Fine.” So this huge guy was my technical dad, Mike. He wasn't really my dad, but he had been with me since I was little and he was more of a parent to me than my real parents. He was a family friend, who my mom dated for a long time on and off. He brings us gift cards on Christmas, presents for our birthday's, and we give him father's day things, so he's my technical dad. I unlocked the door, opened it, and hugged him. In his hand were the consistent V8 for me and Pepsi for my brother. In his other hand was a little toy dog, Jack Russel Terrier to be exact. “Come on, Charlie!” I called the little dog. He was so adorable. He was still a little puppy.
“So where's your brother?”
“Him and gram went to the res. They'll be a while, but you can run over to Doug's, grandpa's down there I think.”
“Okay.” I turned to grab Charlie from the furious head that was almost as big as he was.
“Budi! Stop it, your scaring him.” I said laughing. Our black lab of several years was very protective. He didn't appreciate some little dog invading his territory. Then I could hear little click noises coming in from the kitchen. Twerp, our little brown Pomeranian, had come to investigate. He was ours since a friend of ours gave him to us as a puppy in the winter a couple years ago. He was the runt and was still bigger than Charlie.
“Hungry. What to eat?” I said to myself. I grabbed two packages of top ramen crushed one with my hand, started the hot water, grabbed a bowl poured the white noodles in, drenched them with the water and popped them in the microwave for six minutes. Turned on the TV and flipped through the guide. I put on channel six thousand two and six thousand ten so I could switch between them. We had Dish, and only had a couple channels we couldn't watch.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 28.09.2011

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I dedicate this to my grandma who inspires me to become a healer.