Tears were streaming down my face like a broken pearl necklace. What did I do wrong? Is it my fault for existing? I loved Dylan so much. Why couldn't he love me like I did? Was money the only thing that anyone ever saw? What about me. I exist. I do exist. As an abandoned human.

I wandered around the streets in a state of melancholy. I had no friends, no family. All those who I loved hated me. I can do nothing though than wander around. Maybe I should just die. My life is useless anyway. Where can I go?

I find a broken whiskey bottle. This is the right choice to do. This is the most good deed I shall do in my life. It won't hurt. I take the bottle and press it across my neck. It starts bleeding. The blood I'm going to waste won't even be equal to the tears and sadness faced today. This is the only choice, Delta.

"Stop!!! Don't die!", a sudden voice shouted.                                                              "Why? Nobody cares about me anyway. Why should I live a life of torture?"      "I care. Even if nobody does, I do. You don't know me and I don't either but we can start. We can start than end. So please don't die..." the mysterious boy said and started crying. Why is he crying? Why does he want so badly for me to live? I don't understand. Why does my heart want me to live just for this boy?                                                                                                                                 "It's okay. I won't die. Don't cry. Even though I don't know why, I feel sad to see you cry for an idiot like me so please don't cry." The choice I thought was right now proved to be wrong. I don't know what made me live. I could have just died. Why did I agree to live? Had this boy not talked to me, would I have been an abandoned corpse on the streets?