The smell of chlorine hurt my nose. I panicked my way to the emergency room with my uncle and brother, holding my mother’s hand, I know she will feel safe when I’m with her. “Please don’t save me,” She wept as she spoke. Her voice was assured, as if she had already made the decision. I tightened my grip to prevent myself from losing her in my hands. I would never let myself lose her in my own hands. Everything happened my sophomore year of high school. Sophomore year, I felt disconnected with life. Walking down the hallways at school, thinking “Can they see that I have a fake smile? Are they judging me with my appearances?” I tried so hard to be “normal” like anyone else. I was tired of pretending, to act fine in order hide my sadness. I couldn’t