My name is Taya. I'm fifteen. If you're reading this, it means you found me. I put down towels to help the mess. If I could do this so no one would know what happened, I would. But Mom needs to know I haven't run away; she needs to know what's happened. Staying alive just takes too much courage. You have to get up hoping for a good day when, in your heart of hearts, you know it's going to be a day like all the rest. I'm just not that brave. Moving around, being bullied in the daytime and messed with at night, it just hurts too much. And with Dad coming home, this is the only way for me to be free now. I hope you'll understand, I hope you'll forgive me.