I am 14 today, August 15, 2008. Last year, I tried to kill myself. My life was hell. No one ever payed attention to me. No one like me. I was mad fun of for being a bisexual. I was kicked, cut, hit, thrown out of parties, almost drowned. I was abused. I tried everyday to keep going. But one day, I couldn’t handle it. I had always kept my emotions bottled up. I walked onto a free way and was hit by a van. I woke up in the hospital but soon passed out. I had died. They used a defibrillator and when I came back, I saw how my friends and family were worried and crying. A few minutes later, the doctor came back in and told me I was dead. But I must have an angel watching over me. When I was gone, I felt like I was floating. It was calm and quiet were I was. But, I felt like I was hit by the van over and over. Whether I was in heaven, hell, or just dreaming, I never want to experience it again. Now, my life is going great. I am in acting school, I have a beautiful girlfriend. And my grades are up. I hope to open my own business, become a writer and open a center to help suicidal teens and adults. Anyone who is considering suicide, just know that if you do, you only hurt the people left behind. I died and I was lucky to come back. You may not be.