• It was a clear and stary night as I looked up at the stars. I was washing the dishes while everyone else was watching televison. My parents came dowstairs to tell us they were leaving. We all said our goodbyes and they left. Little did they know this was my last goodbye. It was late around 12:30 and everyone went to bed; all except for me who stayed up to finish cleaning. Around 1:00 I had finished and I decided to take out the trash. The moon was full and high in the sky, but little did I know someone had been following me. Once I stepped inside my house, the stranger who had been following me attacked me from behind forcing me to the ground. I struggled to get free but it was no use. He pulled out a knife and stabbed me twice; once in the stomach and once right in my heart. I cried out but it was useless; his hand had been blocking my mouth and nothing came out. Blood splashed on to the floor; the man stabbed me repeatedly...my blood spead all over the floor. I was in terrifying pain, then I became still. He grabbed the knife from the last place he stabbed me in and ran off. I lied there on the floor, covered in my own blood. Looking back on my life. When the door opened and my parents walked in, they noticed me on the floor. My mother fainted and my father took me. He dragged me by my leg to a cliff. While he picked me up, my father said his final words to me, words I will never forget me...he said "It worked out better than we thought....we never wanted you...you were just a annoyance in our lives, we all hated you so much, I would have killed you myself if it came down to it.....but we hired someone to dispose of you...but seeing as now your dead you can't hear me you wouldn't care if i do this." Then he threw me off the cliff...a throw that had ended my life forever...it's a horrible feeling; feeling useless, an embaressment and outcast to your family, feeling like a piece of crud and no one wants you around, no one ever cared about you and one ever will...