Zachary Walker Hanson and Mack the knife.

Dad came home, Taylor went out, Mom and dad have dropped the little kids off at a friends house, Taylor came home, Taylor left, but Isaac has not come through the door, and out of all of those people, none of them have tried to talk me out of my room. Taylor made a remark about the move being a good idea, but he quickly left the house. I leave the room, and go into the kitchen. My eyes are red and painful, and I get a glass of milk. I open the cutlery droor, and a knife falls out. I inspect the droor, and whisper to myself, "That's odd....." I stare at the knife, and curiousity takes over my body. I wonder what would happen if I were to take this knife, and place it right on my wrist. As I do this...I hear a siren in the distance.... on auto-pilot, I drown out all sound, and the cold steel edge of the knife touches my skin. I stop. I stare at it for a moment. "ZAC!!!" A shrill panicked cry arises from behind me. I turn, and see Ike. I drop the knife, and look at him. "I- I - I - I don't even know how that happened." I say...and the room gets dark.