Chapter 8

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I was still trapped in the darkness. But then images started showing. I was there, hanging, dead, on the tree.

My mom was crying as my dad cut the rope. I remembered. I was an outcast back then, just like Skylar. But I'm not strong like her. I didn't even think what my families would feel before I killed myself.

My brother died when he was a little, my mom was still crying even it's 5 years ago. My dad laid my dead body next to mom. Mom was still crying, she cupped my face.

"My baby, please, please come back. Please!" She said crying. The sirens was wailing from afar. It was too late, I'm already dead. "Brenda, let him go. There's nothing we could do," my dad said. "NO.NO. THERE IS STILL TIME TO SAVE HIM!" my mom yelled. "BRENDA, HE'S DEAD!" My dad yelled at my mom. "NO.NO.NO. IT CANT BE. PLEASE, GOD. OH PLEASE," My mom cried.

Then a voice started calling my name. "Hayes! Hayes! Wake up!" Said the voice. Then I saw some light, as I opened my eyes again, it was Skylar.

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