I tried to kill myself yesterday. I have been doing worse in school, and my brother is rarely home. I feel like a burden to him, so I thought it best to end my life. I climbed to the roof of our apartment building. I figured I'd sit on the edge and make it look like an accident. As I sat down, I heard a meow. I got up and went to see what it was, I had as much time as I wanted. I found a small kitten. She looked so pittiful, and so like me. She was all alone. For some reason, this snapped me out of the idea of killing myself. I am keeping the kitten. I named her Hope. She is white with one black spot on her left ear. She saved me. For some reason, I don't want to kill myself anymore.