This was a night like no other.
I layed in bed wide awake, but incredibly exhausted.
Something inside my brain kept poking it, keeping me up all night.
Drops of sweat, sweat from the warmth, sweat from insecurity rolled down my face, mixed with the salty waterfalls coming from my eyes.
All I could think about was death, death and death.
What it would be like if I was dead, how people would react if they found out Davy was no more...

I already had the blade against my wrist, ready to end it all, but right when I was ready to cut...I couldn't...
It was as if someone was holding my arm, trying to keep me alive to live another day.

I don't know who or what it was, but it saved my life...