My Aunt. She was like a mother to me. Even more so than my mother. She got brain cancer. She did not make it. I saw her once, in her deathbed. And then that was it. My friend and I were on the phone when I was told to come downstairs. I heard the words.. "She has passed on.." and I was done. Out of school for a week. Then, I came back. All I heard was "your late" . I went home, found the razor, and dug into my skin.
