Snippet #1187537

"I remember the one time my mom and dad were both there for me. It was during fifth grade when a girl named Misty pushed me down the stairs and I ended up flooding her locker. At the time I didn't understand why and my mom tried to tell me how special I was while my dad tried to tell me that it had been my imagination. I was thinking about that day when I jumped, and how I'd kill to see my mom again..and to see my dad happy again," she frowned, trailing off and looking into space. "Do you ever think dust particles wonder what they did to deserve their horrible life. Constantly being evicted from their homes...sneezed on..and drowned..?"