“I cut my wrists.” He lifted them to show me. They didn’t raise far and his arms shook as more blood spurted out. Beneath the blood, he was very pale. “I’m dying. Please save me …

The first thing I noticed was the blood. It was everywhere, standing out against white tile and porcelain. Then my eyes locked on the kid laying in the tub, tears leaking down his face. Not Andre or Tim, or any … Continue reading →