Life asked Death, "Why do people love me but hate you?" Death responded, "Because you're a beautiful lie and im the painful truth." She loves death. Mykayla sits and waits. The knife to her wrist. She watches as the single drop of blood hits the floor. She has nothing worth living for. Thats what she thinks. Die and you will be fine. A flaw in the world. He doesn't believe that. Maybe she will change. But she doubts that.