Mom comes in her room to see her teen age daughter laying on the floor
She checks for a pulse
She checks the eyes
But it seems her daughter has lost her life, with a note lying beside her that read, mommy it's okay I was born just to be dead, this was her calling, this was her set free from all the hater,
This was her appointment to get her wings on and fly
The last part of the note read "mommy my wings fit fine there very pretty only if you could see them to only if you could feel them mommy I miss you and I love don't cry or blame this on your self it wasn't your fault I took the heart beet out of my self but I love you".
Now that mommy has no daughter what eles is left other the to try out the blade her self.