I am dead. I can’t believe I am dead already. I can live my real life right now. No more fights, no more getting hurt by the stupid words that I hear and no more anything.

My mom is waking me up, not knowing I am dead. I see my body lie on my table.

“Wake up Kez, Come have dinner”

She sees around my messy room and she spots the poison bottle from which I drank the full bottle an hour ago.

“Kez, are you ok?”

She is shaking me.

She is not waking up mom, and this is not your nightmare, it is real.

“Kezya! Wake up!”

She bursts into tears. She runs to the living room to call 911.

I am dead mom and I am not coming back.