Her best boy friend kissed her. Confused and scared for their friendship she ranted for hours.

A, my best friend. Not really real, but pushed me through my darkest times. Now lying in the coffin of my imagination, her wide chocolate eyes open and unseeing.

There are tales that, long ago the sauce tribes lived in peace. Ketchup, mustard, mayonnaise, brown sauce and BBQ sauce.

I used to doubt my will to live. I used to lock myself in the bathroom, staring at the blade.

Smiles. I don't remember the last time it was genuine. Laughs. I forgot what it feels like.

A promise. It can be a giver of hope,

Death. Death is painful and frightening.