I just started getting on with things like everything was normal but it didn't feel like it was. Last night felt so real. It had to have happened but if it did then how was I here now? On opening my fridge there in the door next to my milk was a full bottle of Vodka. The same bottle I drank last night. My facewas starting to get a chill. Without realising it I had stopped in my traks at seeing the bottle. Coming back to my senses I closed the fridge door and went to my medical cupboard. There stood the pill bottles that I could swear I had swallowed last night. My legs gave way and the room started to spin. My mind could not process what was going on. Am I having some kind of break down? As I ask myself this a voice comes from behind me.

"Aaron, last night you tried to kill yourself but I gave you a test. You showed me something with the way you acted."

I jumped out of...