I was nine when I was in the kitchen and my mother told me off for playing with food.

I was ten when I was on my bed, sick, and my brother told me he’d always be there for me.

I was eleven when I was in the playground and my father put a plaster on my knee.

I was twelve when I was in my friend’s house and we promise we’d be friends forever.

I was thirteen when I was in school and my teacher told me that I was the brightest student in class.

I was fourteen when I was on the floor and I told my friends I wanted to escape when I played truth or dare.

I was fifteen when I was on the field and I scored a goal that led to victory. It made me feel I had control.

I was sixteen when I was in the rain and my first love gave me my first kiss. I saw sparks ignite for the first time.

I was seventeen when I was at a party and I got drunk. I muttered feelings I didn’t know I was capable of expressing.

I was eighteen when I was in my room and I slit my wrist, hoping for death to find me.

I was nineteen when I was in my toilet, found dead with a bottle of pills in my hand.