The day I met her, we both realized weÂ could help each other. No one elseÂ could look past the point we are both girls though. Everyone laughed at us andÂ called us names, but we smiled and helped each other through it. SheÂ cut, so do I, the difference.. she didn’t know when too much was too much, that’s probably why she’s gone. We held our heads high, put it started to get worse. I would be hit, and punched and kicked down, and so would she. I tried to help her I just, I wasn’t strong enough. HerÂ cuts started getting worse, she wouldn’t even wear short sleeves around me. It made me so upset that I started worse, she knew that she wasÂ causing it too. She told me one day that she had cheated on me, but she was sorry, she had no idea why she did it. I forgave her but she didn’t beileve me.Â Then one day when I walked into her room I saw it, the blood everywhere. I startedÂ calling her name screaming telling her I needed her and to stop playing, it wasn’t funny. I saw her laying the bathroom floor unconcious. I didn’t know what to do I panicked and yelled for help by the time someone heard us.. my baby, she was gone. The love of my life, my inspiration, the reason I wasn’t dead, she had died. I sat there holding her andÂ crying telling her that I would join herself, that was a little over 3 years ago. I stillÂ can’t bring myself to do it, everytime I want to I hear her voice in my ear telling me its not my time yet. She’s keeping me alive even though she is gone, she’s my guardian angel and she still watches over me. R.I.P.