I live to fight another day.

Failed suicide. An angel who keeps watch.

Dear mother,

I know I have been your loving son for years. But now is time. School is terrible. I get bullied everyday. I’m different. I´m autistic. I don’t deserve to be called your son. Remember me. I want all my instruments to go to Lilia, and the rocket to go to Fred. I’m sorry. See you in heaven.

Your son, Marcus

I wake up. Machines beeping and buzzing around me. It looks like a hospital. I see a white, misty, figure with wings hovering above me. It says, ¨Not on my watch Marcus. It’s not your time.¨ It´s eyes glowed like golden pools of fire, and with a flash It disappeared. I live to fight another day.