I was 15 when that boy turned my life around. When my father was drunk he would beat me and i hated him so much for it.My mother never cared. One night it got so bad i tried taking my own life but cutting but as I layed there bleeding in my bed i herad a boy's voice "go to sleep" before i opened my eyes i said "thank you" but the boy's wepon never hit me."w-what?" he ripped my blanket off and swore under his breath "I'll be back but stay alive" all i'd seen was a boy in a white hoodie jump out my window. I passed out and didn't wake up until the next day.