To everyone who reads this, it's basically a true story. Most of it is. I wrote it for a book. It's basically my pathetic sob story. Everyone has one. I just added suicide into mine. I KNOW HOW TO KILL MYSELF NOW! (I've always had half a mind to commit suicide)

Like every paragraph or so I'll tell you if it's true or not.

It was the first time I had run from a fight.
It was at a block party. Everyone was there, three-year-old to adult. The activities were over and it was dark out. So dark we couldn't even bike.
I was swinging on the big 3-foot piece of wood tied to the high branch of a tree. The view was beautiful. When the swing was at its highest, I could see the black outlines of the trees. It was mysterious and lovely. I was feeling the rush of the wind through my hair; admiring the view, for about five minutes when some little kid, probably about five years old, came my way.

I'll finish it later.