My father once told me that Death wasn't something to be feared - that it wasn't some skeleton in a hooded cape stealing you away from your friends and family. He taught me that Death comes to us in the form of our strongest memory, whether it be a fond one, or one we always kept stored in the back of our minds for a reason. I didn't believe him when he told me all of this. Yet, as I'm lying on this hospital bed, I can see pictures - flashes of the parts of my life I thought were long forgotten, and the parts I never wanted to forget... Jax Frazer's past was not a happy one. His dad died when he was young and he was abused for years after that - and has the scars to prove it. Eventually he was abandoned and his aunt took him in. But the only thing he could remember was pain, so he turned to cutting for a false sense of security. But when he found out that he had a few months to live at best he had to give up all of that. It's been years since that diagnosis, and he's devoted what time he has left - no matter how short - to helping others who grew up like he did. All he ever wanted was to continue what his father started, and be forgotten. But all of his plans change when he meets Shay.